Sophia's POV

I hadn’t slept much since last night.

The neighbor’s warning Eliana mentioned over the phone kept replaying in my head like an alarm clock that refused to stop ringing.

“The leader of one of the most dangerous Mafia gangs in the country.”

Those words had been echoing all evening, sitting heavy on my chest.

I rolled over on the couch, hair sticking out like a madwoman, and sighed.

It was 6:12 a.m.

I dragged myself up, dressed in an oversized T-shirt wearing no ...