Talia’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about everything that transpired on the way home. Lorenzo had changed my number as soon as I crossed the gates of his home on my first night and I wondered how John had managed to get that number.
A small part of me regretted ever trying to save his life. Maybe I wouldn’t be bothered by my past. After learning the truth about who he truly was, I was wary about being in the same space with him.
I had zero knowledge about things involving the mafia world but if John hadn’t fled from the city yet, it meant he had something he was doing here, and knowing John, he was definitely up to no good.
“We’re here, miss.” The driver said.
I’d been lost in thought that I didn’t realize we were in the driveway of the mansion.
“Thank you,” I managed to give h
