“And if they speak up?”
“They are dealt with.”
“I think,” I cleared my throat trying to find my voice, “I think when we get back to Italy, I need to go home for a while, clear my head.”
He turned to face me.
“Sienna,” his expression was unreadable, “you just aren’t getting it. Things are complicated now. After what you have seen, whether you like it or not, you are not going to be able to go back to the life you had. You need to give me time to figure this out, then you can leave if you wish.”
“What?”
“It wasn’t my hit,” he finally admitted, and I suddenly grew cold. “There’s a lot going on, but whoever that was at the dockyard, it wasn’t us. I don’t know who did it.”
“Which means you can’t speak to him,” I said more to myself, just needing to hear it.
Thunder rattled the glass, and lightning lit up the room. If he were anyone else, I would have run out of there so fast, but he wasn’t. He was still my Elio, but with secrets rooted deep within him. A darker side of the man I fell in love with many moons ago.
“You’re a target now, and when the word gets out that I have feelings for you,” he stepped closer, and I felt a tear slip out, “the wolves will come out and play.”
When he moved to come closer, I held up a hand, unsure of my own actions. I needed space.
“I just…” I held back, trying to process all he had said, “need a little time.”
He nodded and checked the time on his phone.
“The plane leaves in five hours. You should try to get some sleep.”