Savannah
I've never seen him so angry. I don't think ever, especially not directed at me.
"Why did you answer the phone?"
Not again. "Okay, Luciano. You're right, just let it go."
The glare he gives me makes me want to fade into the seat.
"Answer the question, Savannah."
"It rang. So I answered it."
He sighs, looks away. I watch the tic in his jaw, I feel his anger vibrating my way.
We were just laying bed, kissing, and then bam! This.
"The reason why I tell you not to answer my phone is because it's not safe. Many people call me. Most are not friends, or allies. Usually it's death threats, and all types other s**t. You just happened to pick up Nic's call."
"It could've easily been the Russians, to boast about burning down my estate. It could've been the Mexican's bargaining for
