ADRIANA'S POV
The flight was tiring to say in the least and I struggled to come to terms that I was leaving Italy.
I had already left as a matter of fact. Soaring high now above the grounds that I walked on for months.
God.
I placed my head in my hands, wondering when to expect when I arrived at whatever place Vincenzo had said.
I still had no clue as to where I was headed to and it seemed the only people in the plane was just me, the pilot and a woman who had come to check on me a couple of times to make sure i was fine.
My mind went back to the people who had chased us and I wondered…how did they know I was leaving? Unless …. I wasn't the target but Vincenzo who was supposed to leave at the time alone. He was the target.
Was his father now out to kill him?
Maybe it wasn't his father but the Bratva because his father would want to teach him a lesson, no doubt but not go as far as killing him… right?
