Chapter 17 A Glimpse Of Control

• Sofia lounged on the couch, flipping through television channels without much interest. Every show or movie seemed painfully mundane compared to the chaos she’d been thrown into since Marco had come crashing into her life. Even the book she’d started earlier lay abandoned on the coffee table, its pages untouched for hours.
• Her irritation simmered beneath the surface. Marco had left without a word about where he was going or when he’d be back, but she’d pieced enough together from Luca’s warnings to guess it had something to do with Mancini—the Viper, as everyone called him.
• And while Marco was off dealing with whatever shadowy mafia business consumed his time, Sofia was left in his gilded cage, frustrated and restless.