The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the small living room. True to his word, Giovanni was already standing by the door, fully dressed and looking as sharp and lethal as the day he arrived.
He looked down at Rosa, his mind flashing back to the promise he had made her. There is nowhere in the world you can go that I won't find you. He was ready to leave New York, fully intending to give her just enough time to pack her life before he came back to claim her permanently.
But as he turned the doorknob to leave, Rosa stepped forward.
"And where do you think you're going?" she asked, her voice steady despite the madness of the night before.
Giovanni paused, his hand tightening on the brass knob as he looked back over his shoulder.
"A brief pause..." Rosa
