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I stare at him as my brain fires a million horrible scenarios my way. Running from police. Being tackled to the ground. Being beaten to a pulp. Being thrown in jail.
“Olivia,” he says firmly.
I put my head into my hands.
“Would you have preferred I faked my death and left you alone in Italy to grieve?”
“No.” I frown at the horrible thought of thinking he was dead. “God, no.”
“Then relax. We will be in Roma in eighty minutes, and then we are out. It’s under control.”
“If you say so.”
I peer back out through the window and put my head back into the headrest as the plane launches down the runway at high speed.
Life of crime, here I come.
* * *
We’re standing on the boat ramp by the ocean, just outside of Roma.
Just Lorenzo, Enrico, and me.
“You have the details?” Lorenzo asks.
“Yes,” Enrico replies. “We get this boat to Ponza. Once there, we pick up a car from this address.” He takes out a folded piece of paper and opens it. There’s an address written down. “It will be rigged with explosives to which I will detonate once we get on a deserted road, leaving us dead… apparently.”
Lorenzo passes over two syringes. “Don’t forget to take blood and put it in the car. We need DNA evidence you were both in it.”
“Of course.” Enrico takes the syringes and puts them into his suit pocket. “Then,” Enrico continues, “I will pick up the car from the second location and drive to the runway on the other side of the island, where a plane with an American pilot will be waiting to pick us up.”
My eyes widen as I listen to the upcoming events.
Dear God.
I feel the blood drain from my face. This cannot be happening.
Lorenzo leans down and kisses my cheek. “Goodbye, Miss Olivia. I shall see you on your return.”
I put my arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. “I’m so grateful that you’re helping us.”
“It’s what family does.” He turns and takes Enrico into his arms. “I love you, my son. Be careful.”
“I love you, too. Thank you,” Enrico says into his shoulder.
We climb into a small boat that has a canopy over it. It’s nothing like what Enrico usually travels in, but of course, we’re trying to go unnoticed.
I sit down on the bench chair, while Enrico starts the little engine.
Lorenzo gives us a sad smile, and before we can decide against it, we head off into the ocean.
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Olivia
The drone of the airplane is the only background noise.
