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He gestured toward the plane, and I climbed inside, excitement starting to fill my veins.
When we got to the cruising altitude a couple of minutes later, I was practically bouncing in my seat.
“Never seen a woman get so excited about throwing herself into dangerous situations,” Tom chuckled as I started to check everything once last time.
“It’s in the blood,” I declared as I unbuckled my belt. “You ready?”
Tom gestured to me to go, and I did just that, throwing myself out of the plane and waving as I fell.
The adrenaline that hit me sent shocks of excitement through my veins.
When I was freefalling through the air, all of my worries seemed to melt away.
No more worries about bills, my grandmother dying, my brother being a dumbass, or Quinn were able to penetrate the high.
Only me and the sky, and the freeing feeling of falling, were on my mind.
But, like all good things, it came to an end.
It took me all of forty-five minutes to get back to the airport and pack up my parachute.
It took me twenty more minutes to get my butt in my SUV and head home.
Sadly, when I got there, the first person I saw was a gang member sneaking out the side door of my Nonna’s place, and I knew I couldn’t handle that tonight.
Instead of entering the house through the front door, I snuck around to the back, heading to the side door that my Nonna used as her private entrance.
Sneaking in the door, I was unsurprised to find Nonna’s bedroom untouched.
The place had remained a shrine to her.
The book she’d been reading before she died was still face down on her nightstand.
The reading glasses that she’d discarded haphazardly right next to it.
There were all her meds, too.
Hell, even her shoes that she’d worn the day before were still right beside her bed.
I looked away, unwilling to acknowledge the pain that was ever present now that Nonna was gone.
Instead, I used the door that adjoined our two bedrooms by way of a bathroom to enter my own space.
I quickly chose to get changed, stupidly not checking the door to make sure it was locked when I did.
I was lost in thought, looking inside my closet for something comfortable to wear when I heard the intake of breath.
I looked over my shoulder and narrowed my eyes. “Get. Out.”
Costas’s right hand man, Salvator Santini, leered at me.
“Get out!” I screeched, my voice cracking.
I knew that my brother would hear. He had this annoying ability to always hear what was going on in the house and had since I was a small kid.
“Get out!” I heard him snarl from somewhere in the hall.
The door slammed closed, and I was left deflated.
