The next couple of days went by smoothly. Roman and I did not fight, we got along so well, so perfectly. For the first time in a long while, I felt safe and happy. But then, there was always silence before a storm. It had been about two weeks and nothing had happened, no shoe dropped.
I was beginning to let my guard down.
But the one question that remained in my head was, who was this Pentangeli person? And why did everyone tense up when I brought the name up?
It was a Saturday, I was sitting inside the gazebo, watching the wind blow through the grass and flowers. Over the past few days, the garden had been my sanctuary. I often came here to read or relax. Occasionally, I got flashbacks of the first night I had ever been out here, the night with Roman and a girl. But each time, I brush
