Fallon
After weeks in the basement, being back in this room feels strange. Milo nudges me further in, and I catch the faint smell of cigarette smoke wafting from the open balcony door. Leone must be out there.
I step in, uncertain, making my way to the couch as Leone enters, sliding the balcony door shut behind him. He’s shirtless, wearing only black silk boxers. His gaze locks on mine, hard and unreadable, his jaw clenched as if he’s as unsettled by my presence here as I am. I quickly look away as Milo heads into Leone’s closet.
I swallow, glancing down at my bare legs, thankful for the underwear and sanitary products Leone gave me.
“The bed,” Leone orders. “I’m not staying up all night wondering if you’ll try to run again.”
Chewing my lip, I obey, not daring to defy him. The last pl
