Chapter 6
Charlotte
The sound of his rhythmic breathing calmed me. The early sunrise peeked through the round windows, casting shimmering rays across the room. It was going to be a beautiful sunny day in Italy today.
Italy.
God. I had never gotten the opportunity to travel, and here I was off the coast of Italy on a yacht, yet unable to explore and experience one of the most romantic cities in the world.
I hate Murphy.
My thoughts drifted to my grandfather and what Elijah had told me about him. Just like Elijah, Gianni Guerra was a hitman for the mafia. A killer. A contractor. A soldier for this Bernardi family Elijah was so hellbent on protecting me from. I didn’t know these people. I didn’t know my grandfather. I didn’t even know Elijah until he stormed in and placed himself right
