*Natalia*
“I’ll call you tonight, okay?” he whispered to me sweetly, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. He left me with a kiss, and I could still taste him on my lips even as I fled up my driveway, pushing my back against the door until I heard the hum of his car drive away.
I didn’t know for sure where he was going, why he had come back in a rush, or why he had such a serious and dark look in his eyes when he had answered that phone call.
But I had a pretty good guess.
My uncles were ruthless, and revenge was their love language.
The two and a half hours of driving and flying back had been a whirlwind, gone by so fast and so slowly at the same time. Half of me was suffocating from the tense atmosphere and the suspicious looks his men gave me as they loaded up the luggage.
I didn’t blame them. I was a stranger, after all. And by now, they had probably guessed that someone had been feeding information.
