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“Who are you?” I ask, annoyed Ella and I were interrupted.
His smile doesn’t falter. “I’m Dr. Prozesnik. Let me fill you in on what—”
“Where is Dr. Agosti?” I interrupt.
“I’ve not met a Dr. Agosti,” the man says, unperturbed by my tone.
“Come back in ten minutes? Ella and I were just in the middle of a discussion,” I tell him.
My angel’s cheeks grow crimson, and she looks anywhere but at me or the doctor.
“Sure. Have Ella get me when you’re finished. I’ll be in the living room enjoying the spectacular view.”
I watch him carefully as he exits the room. My eyelids start to grow heavy, my energy fading. I ignore my body’s call to rest. I want answers.
When the door closes, I turn my attention back to my fiancée, raising an eyebrow.
“Spectacular view? Where are we?”
Ella lets out another long breath. “Homer, Alaska.”
What?
“How the hell did we get to Alaska?”
“By airplane,” she deadpans.
I widen my eyes at her as if to say,‘No shit.’
“Though we didn’t travel together. See, I thought you were dead, and then Aiden said he needed to get me out of there, and Antonio was creepy, and then I learned about the car bomb, you see we would have been dead if it wasn’t for the shooting, and Santino, and… God, I was beyond devastated, next thing I know I’m having this big fight with Claudette and then I’m running and suddenly I’m on a plane to Alaska all by myself with no idea about my final destination and all along—”
“Ella, take a breath,” I interrupt and she instantly falls quiet, chest heaving.
The call of darkness tugs persistently at my consciousness, exhaustion settling in. I’m battling fatigue, struggling to think, but the drive to uncover the truth won’t yield.
“Angel, give me the summary version for now.” My speech is garbled, and I close my eyes just for a moment.
Ella squeezes my hand. “Do you want the short version or the short short one?”
“Short short,” I say, my energy dropping rapidly.
“We’re both dead.” That has me opening my eyes.
I stare at her, not quite following. Unless this is some weird ass afterlife, we’re clearly alive.
“Okay, short version,” I push out.
“Aiden faked both our deaths. Officially, we’re deceased. You’re out of the Mafia.”
Chapter Sixty-Five
Ella
Tiero’seyesdriftclose.“Talk later. Need sleep,” he slurs, his body winning the battle for rest.
I bring his hand to my face and rest my head against it.
My heart is racing. I told Tiero he’s out of the mafia.
