POV: Adriana
I slammed the bedroom door shut loudly the moment I walked in. The sound filling the entire room, but it still wasn’t loud enough to drown out the storm brewing inside me.
I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. Was it angry? Hurt? Frustrated? Or even fear?
Maybe it was even all of it — mixed up together so tight that I couldn’t separate one them from each other.
Why did Darius have to hide things from me?
Why did he always think he had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone?
Why did he have to carry everyone's problem?
I knew the Mafia world wasn’t my specialty— I wasn’t born into that world — but still, some things were worth sharing. Especially something like this.
He was leaving.
He was leaving for a fight. A Fiery Run.
And it was all b
