AVELINA’S POV
The Rossi’s safe house doesn’t feel safe with Aunt Lucia lurking around, watching my every move.
At least, not tonight.
The air is thick, as if the city of Rome is holding its breath. The silence in the house stretches and is ready to tear apart at any sound.
Standing by the window, I watch the street as cars pass and kids play. But every shadow felt like someone was watching. Waiting for me.
My aunt’s voice, her words, still playing in my head.
“Make sure you come alone, nipote. Or you will leave the rest of your life regretting it.”
My hands tremble as I press them against the glass. No matter how hard I try to keep them steady.
Behind me, Alessandro is pacing, whispering conversations with Emilio that I can barely make out. Strategy, positions, backup routes, amb
