Chapter 77 Fugitive

• Cara's pov
• I looked like the perfect fugitive– huge coat, black shades, a face mask and a black hat. I was basically the graphical representation of the term.
• I'd been living my own James Bond moment the second I stepped out of Diana's apartment and transported my ass across the city. The bus ride was bizarrely the shortest and longest one of my life. Shortest because I was anxious to get off and walk into the main city where the Cosa Nostra operated best. Longest because I’d tortured myself by guessing which passenger was an undercover sent by Luca to stalk and abduct me.