Sofia's POV
Pain. That's what woke me. A deep, throbbing ache in my side that pulsed with each breath. I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings—cream walls, heavy curtains, and the faint smell of cigars. Costa's smell.
Where was I?
The last thing I remembered was the dirt road, the car speeding away, dust clouds swallowing Victor's taillights. Roma and his men appearing from the trees. The weight of my gun as I raised it.
I tried to sit up, instantly regretting it as fire shot through my ribs.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
I froze. That voice. Roma sat in a chair by the window, casually flipping through a magazine. His broad shoulders filled out his suit jacket, a fresh bandage visible on his left arm.
"You shot me," I said, my voice raspier than I expected.
Roma looked up
