Nate couldn’t believe she was back. All he could do was stare at her, taking in her beloved face like she was the last thing he was seeing before dying. It seemed almost too good to be true. He had to admit that despite his genius idea, he hadn’t been too confident that the mafia would let her go. It had taken her two days to get to him and those past hours had been the longest of his life.
Alessia looked haggard, the swollen bags surrounded by her black eyes too wide, a blatant indication of the trauma she must have experienced during her trip to Palermo. An eight days trip to hell more likely. There was no longer an air of defiance around her, she looked like she was finally beaten and it nearly broke his heart.
“Nate, I couldn’t…”
He swallowed the words with the savage demand of a
