The taxi driver pressed the gas forward to follow the loop of the driveway. I couldn’t call anyone to pick me up when I wasn’t supposed to be in Sicily. Armando and Luc’s men would have to follow orders to send me away as soon as they saw me. With such little options, I had hopped in the nearest cab and given the driver Luc’s address.
The entire drive through the island, I was a nervous wreck. My mind was racing with questions. How will Luc react when he sees me? What if I am already too late? My heart thundered in my chest as the mansion came into view. The cab just barely stopped when I threw open the door.
Before I could get too far, the taxi driver called out, “Miss, you still need to pay.”
“Yes.” I admit that paying for the cab ride didn’t cross my mind after I had become so accus
