Chapter 17
Bart slipped out of the Morgan town car with the sun high in the sky and stared at the huge terminal in front of him.
He hadn’t been to a commercial airport in years. This seemed strange. This morning, the idea of telling his own pilots that he wanted to return to Rome had felt like a failure.
His vocal chords wouldn’t open and his neck was pinched.
The adrenaline in his veins hadn’t let him sleep.
He needed to leave Miami, but if he took his private plane, he’d be sitting with the pilot and staring at his phone or tablet with no destination in mind. Rome didn’t feel right, despite what he'd told Lorenzo last night. Here, Bart saw the boards, the flights, and the possible destinations and hoped this would inspire a choice.
Once he'd chosen something his driver would take h
