Book 6: Getaway

Tatiana

I walk inside the penthouse late at night, my body sore and my head aching. The rain is slamming the windows, the loud thundering and lightening making me jump as I remove my shoes and toss my purse on the couch.

The apartment is dark, except for a dim light coming from the second floor, more precisely my bedroom.

Angelo must be here already.

I climb the stairs, massaging my neck as I try to alleviate some of the tension in my muscles.

These past few weeks, my life has been nothing but pure chaos. I’ve barely slept more than four hours a night, catching up with every single business the Romina Empire has, getting familiarized with the finances and everyone who works for and with me.

I had imagined it would be hard, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this much.

“Hey, you’re here,” Angelo greets from the bed as I show up by the doorway. He’s already showered and tucked under the sheets, leaning against the headboard with