Cristian hadn’t spoken to me in three days straight. After we returned from Boston, he either stayed at his office or in his penthouse, only making eye contact with me at the club a few times. I knew that he had been watching me though—could feel his eyes on me every time I had my head turned.
I yawned and sat up in my bed, quickly adjusting to my new life as an innocent woman, using the Ricci family’s money because the don wanted me for some ungodly reason.
After eyeing the gun Cristian had given me—which I hadn’t touched since Boston—I decided that I’d find a shooting range around here and try it out again. If I was going to kill him one of these days, my skills needed to be perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Wearily, I dressed, grabbed the gun, and tucked it into my waistband. Someone knoc
