Grace’s POV
I kept on turning and twisting on my bed but could not even get a single minute of sleep. It’s so weird that I was ready to fall asleep when Damiano was by my side in the car but this huge room could not provide me the same comfort. I didn’t even have my phone so that I could annoy my brother or my friends. Oh god, they must be trying to contact me, dammit it!
Damiano looked so solemn with me but I saw how stern he was with his men. Maybe he respects women and doesn’t want to be rude to a stranger. I don’t know why but that didn’t even convince me. I know there is something and I have to find it out. My mind went to that strange blue-eyed man. He was a mafia as well but again he was gentle with me. Urgh! I need to get some distraction otherwise I will lose my mind thinking ab
