AVELINA’S POV
The cold air hits my face as i watch the vineyard burn again behind us.
Black smoke fills the air as the fire glows like the combination of guilt and vengeance.
Allessandro hasn’t said a word to me. The silence between us is heavy. I notice his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles starts to turn pale.
“Are you okay?” I ask breaking the silence.
He doesn’t answer. I watch as his eyes flickers at the rearview mirror watching for headlights like he was expecting an attack.
He drives until the vineyard disappears and is replaced by roads with whispers of rain. When the car finally came to a stop, it was in the front of another safe house owned by the Rossi family. It looks quiet and forgotten, but how long will we keep running?
Getting inside, the air smelt of
