*Caterina*
As we rode back to our penthouse, the energy in the car was electric. We were both ridiculously amped up, knowing what was going to happen soon. Although we wouldn’t be there to see Antonio get taken down, both of us felt the same adrenaline rush as if we were preparing to go in by ourselves.
Elio tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the steering wheel while I struggled not to pick at the hangnail on my thumb.
“What do you think will happen?” I asked Elio for what felt like the millionth time.
My mind couldn’t stop racing and turning over and over the events of the day. I had thought through every scenario and talked through them with Elio, my anxiousness coming out as pointless babbling.
“I think it’s going to work,” he said, as he had several times already.
I nodded, I thought it would work, too. “But what if it doesn’t?” I asked, as I had already multiple times.
