#Chapter40

BELLA—

Blood. More blood. Gun shots. Darkness.

'Need another drink of water?' I jumped at the voice of the man sat before me. I had been so lost in my own head that I was afraid, I'd never find my way out. Returning my attention to the cop that was now looking concerned, I shook my head. I didn't need a drink, I needed Chase.

'Are you sure Miss Corleone?' He ran his fingers through his facial hair all the while his eyes analysed every inch of my behaviour, his gaze never leaving mine.

'Bella. Please call me Bella.' I thought about my name for a long while, it...