#ims 2

That week, Don also stopped by the barber. He wanted a little extra charm before meeting Dina that afternoon. On the outside, he looked as relaxed as ever… but inside, the conversation weighed heavy.

Dina had called the night before, clearly shaken—she swore she saw Bella Goth through a window. Yes, that Bella. Was that even possible? Or had she completely lost it?

Bella was supposed to be a closed chapter. If not… they were in serious trouble. Because if she really was back—and worse, ready to talk—the entire web of lies Don built could come crashing down.

And as if that wasn’t enough, Don had to keep his cool when Dario showed up at the bistro and sat right at the next table. Truth is, they didn’t even notice him at first. They were too tense. Only realized it when he spoke.

Had the bastard heard anything? Dina’s attempt to shift the subject by commenting on the menu was laughable. As if pretending to care about risotto would undo the damage.