Chapter 14
Francesca's Pov
I peeled out of the alley and put it in high gear, tires screaming on the busted road. I needed to reach the villa. Needed to find my uncle.
I was short on time.
The moment I stepped onto the main road, fear was stuck in my throat like a rock. My foot didn't falter on the accelerator, but my mind was spinning. Something was wrong. Something was off, I knew it. My phone was still clutched in my hand. I called the only person that I believed might be able to think clearly in a crisis such as that. Vito.
He answered on the second ring. "Francesca?"
"I think I'm being followed," I said, my voice strangling. I glanced in the rearview mirror. The black car was still there. Same distance. Same rhythm. Every turn I made, it mirrored it.
No response on the other e
