The city hadn’t slept in days. When a boss disappears, word gets out quickly. It was quieter now on the docks, but in this world, quiet never meant peace. It meant that someone had a plan.
Isabella stood by the window, her reflection hazy on the rain-soaked glass. Still raw from that night, her fingers brushed the scar on her arm. She had cleaned her hands of the blood, but not what came with it.
Matteo whispered behind her, "Eat something." For three nights, he had been stationed outside her room, a shadow she had not requested.
"I don't feel hungry."
"Since we brought you here, you have not eaten."
"I said I’m fine.”
He didn’t argue. He didn't. simply sighed, his voice heavy with things he'd rather not say.
When he left, she turned back to the rain. He was alive somewhere. Even wh
