Chapter 9

The voice wasn't loud, carrying even a trace of sleep-heavy huskiness, but to Clemenza, it was no less than a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Her entire body went rigid, her blood seeming to freeze in that instant. The phone was still stuck halfway out of the pocket, caught in limbo.

She turned her head mechanically.

Carmine was already sitting up. Leaning against the headboard, his uppe