For a moment, the world blurred and I let go of everything: my past, my anger, my heartache—everything but the taste of vengeance. But it was momentary. I pulled away, gasping, my heart hammering in my chest. Vito's eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable.
“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
The drive was quiet, the night pressing in around us as we sped through the dark streets. The city lights blurred by in a blur, but I could not focus on anything else than the tension in the air. I was leaving behind everything: my marriage, my life with Marco, everything I thought I knew. I was heading into the unknown.
“What’s next, Vito?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead.
My heart was racing, every nerve in my body alert. I knew Vito was leading me somewhere, but to where? I couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was coming.
And as the minutes ticked by, we finally left the city behind, the familiar skyline disappearing into the rearview mirror.