Before he reached the door, I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. "Vito, please. I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice shaking, tears already sliding down my cheeks as I sniffed hard, trying to breathe through the fear.
In that moment, memories rushed in like a slap to the face. I remembered Sebastian… the driver. The one Vito killed because of me. All I did was beg him to help me escape one night. I thought I could get away, thought someone would protect me. And it lead to Sebastian death.
That's what happens when I forget who Vito is: dangerous, cold and quick to act. And now, I had opened my stupid mouth and told him Rico brought me food. Just like that, I put another man in danger.
But something happened. He didn't move.
The way I held him, my arms ti
