Enzo watched Jessica sleep, her body sprawled across the bed fully clothed, as if she'd lost consciousness the moment she'd reached it. Under different circumstances, he might have found her abandon endearing, but now it only heightened his concern. The signs were becoming impossible to ignore—symptoms that echoed patterns he'd seen before. Patterns that had ended badly.
Standing by the doorway, he fought his usual urge to step outside for a cigarette. It was strange, this reluctance to maintain old habits. But then, everything felt different now that Jessica was here.
"Boss?" The voice startled him from his reverie. Stewart stood a respectful distance away, reading the tension in his employer's shoulders. "Are you alright? The shipments from Jersey just came in—clean, like you predicted. Your strategy with the port authority worked perfectly."
