Chapter 21

SADIE

“You’re what?” My voice was low yet my thoughts were loud. I processed his words—carefully. When he did not turn to look at me, my chest squeezed and asked in a broken voice trying to contain my tears to myself. “At least tell me where you’re going.” 

“Russia.” I paced around the room, my anxiety intensifying with each second. I was ready to tear my hair out. My every step was a battle with unease, and anxiety threading through the rhythm of my footsteps. Each breath felt heavier than the last. 

My fidgeting hands betrayed the restless within, fingers tracing invisible patterns of worry.

This morning Dante came tensed into our room, after some heated talk in Italian both he and Silvio went somewhere, and now that he was back after four hours, he was packing up. If it was limited to clothes I would’ve been fine, but Guns! He was fucking arming up! 

I knew something was up in the last few days, I also knew Silvio was hiding something