Book 4: A Different Morning

Chloe

It's been one week since I last saw Tony and I’m losing it. That's the only way I know how to put it. My days are all the same, nothing happens, and having no news from Tony or his men back in New York is leaving me awake at night, too anxious to relax.

Only God knows how many times I pondered calling him, checking in on him, or anything at all to ease my mind, but nothing I do seems to work. Whenever I ask Rocco or any of the guys outside to let me know what's going on, they always tell me the same thing–they are not allowed to give me any information.

And what annoys me the most is the fact that even with all of this happening, I can't find it in me to hate Tony. I simply can't. All I care about is knowing he is all right. 

I have no idea what he and Cal did with the little information I gave them about Mateo. Judging by how calm his men seem to be though, I can only assume that nothing major has happened yet.

My mornings l