ANDREA'S POV
“Andrea, you should get some rest.”
I shook my head, my eyes never leaving Matteo and Luca for one second.
“I'm never leaving their side, ever again.”
“They're safe,” Zayne whispered, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Beck is dead. No harm can come to them now.”
I sighed. His words were fact, but they didn't feel true. The idea that I had almost lost my babies was like a huge weight on my chest that refused to lift.
I had been careless with them, and they’d been taken from me.
Never again.
I’d moved to a new hotel far away from the old one and checked in under an alias. I would do whatever it took to protect my babies.
“Andrea,” Zayne pressed, "it's almost midnight, and you've had the shittiest, longest day ever.”
He was right. I was exhausted—mor
