Emiliano

It was near five o’clock on the West Coast, and I still hadn’t received an answer from the capo.

Since Isabella’s and my secret relationship wasn’t a secret, after a day of assessing our chiefs, I decided to detour to the apartments, hoping to catch Isabella before she left. The image of her beautiful face mouthing ‘faith’ played on repeat in my thoughts.

As I neared my exit, the alarms began to sound. The blaring wasn’t cautioning me of an ...