Chapter 8
Bratva
Valentina
Tribeca, New York, United States - November 27th, 2020
I wake up feeling dreadful. Memories from last night come crashing down on me.
A gun pressed to my back. Two hooded figures demanding I give them my wallet. Matteo coming down onto the subway platform. Matteo’s hands on my thighs, him turning me around so I’m on my back, his lips on mine…it’s too much and it’s coming into my brain all at once.
I need to call my dad and tell him what happened.
Fuck.
I call him as soon as I get out of bed, just so I can get it over with.
He answers on the second ring, just as I enter the kitchen to make myself some coffee.
“Hi.”
“Hi, is everything okay?”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean-not really. Something happened.”
I can literally hear him getting out of his seat.
“Wh
