The storm came before dawn.
I didn't hear it at first. Not the thunder or the rain against the windows but the hurried footsteps in the hallway. It wasn't unusual to hear guards moving around the villa, but this time, their tone was different. Urgent. Controlled panic.
Then I heard Jace's voice.It was low, clipped and sharp.
"Move her first. Donna next. We leave in ten."
For a moment, I lay there, disoriented. My mind was still half tangled in the fading remnants of a nightmare. But the second I realized what was happening, my body went cold.
Something was wrong. Again.
I slipped out of bed and pulled on one of Jace's shirts, my heart thudding as I stepped into the dimly lit hallway. Men in black moved past me, guns strapped across their chests, radios crackling with static.
"Mrs Romano, please stay in your room," one of them said when he saw me.
"What's going on?"
"Orders from the Don."
That was all the answer I got.
