Still shaken from the events that had led them to go back home much earlier than expected, Tara couldn’t stop crying and replaying the way the woman had pointed that gun at Antonio’s head. She also couldn’t stop herself from remembering how quick Antonio had reacted when the woman had changed targets - aiming for her head instead of Antonio’s.
It was such a frightening experience… one she didn’t particularly wish to relive. But would that be possible? Antonio was after all a mafia man.
Nevertheless, she loved him too much to care about that. Besides, he had protected her, hadn’t he?
When the car pulled to a stop, it almost felt as if they hadn’t been in it long enough. Antonio had kept whispering sweet little nothings to her all through the ride, making it seem shorter than it was an
