Mafiosa

Slowly, the SUV started to move, and I wondered whether it was all in my head – the feeling that we were being watched as it rolled away from us.

When the SUV had disappeared down another side street, Luca released his grip on the gun inside his waistband.

‘Just a coincidence,’ he breathed.

‘A coincidence,’ I echoed.

He took my hand, pulling me with him. We ran all the way back to the car, the dying sun hot on our backs, Nic’s face seared into my mind.

We were safe.

We were together.

We were running.

Always running.