TAMARA:
I arrive at Marco’s house in time. He is already packed, and he grabs my bag, handing it to one of his men before planting a kiss on my lips.
“Did Dante see you leaving?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Good. Now, come on.”
Marco leads me to the car, holding the door open for me. I get in, and he follows.
The car drives off, heading to the docks. I have always wanted a romantic getaway, and he is throwing me one to take my mind off the recent happenings. He is so dreamy, and I love it here.
He holds me close throughout the drive. When the car finally pulls onto the pier, I see a sleek white yacht bobbing gently in the water.
His men move at once, hauling our heavy suitcases from the trunk. They march down the wooden dock, their heavy boots thumping rhythmically against the pl
