I have been tossing and turning most of the night because there is no way in hell I can sleep in a strange place full of mafia men knowing that my friend isn’t safe. When I think of the mission I am supposed to do, it gets even worse. I hear a knock on the door, and my heart jumps into my throat. The door swings open, and I scramble to sit up, regretting not locking myself inside the room. Alessandro and Luca step inside, both changed from the outfits they had on last night. Luca has a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. I push myself back against the headboard, my eyes darting between them.
“Morning, sunshine. Time to go,” Luca says, throwing the duffel on the bed, startling me for a moment.
“Get up,” Alessandro commands, his voice cold. I get to my feet slowly, keeping as much distance
