||BOOK 2||
||Sequel of Regina In Revenge||
||THIS BOOK CANNOT BE READ AS A STANDALONE||
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The Russo's are back in New York. It's been months since that dreadful day in the infirmary room of the English Mafia...
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My phone went off, disrupting my sleep.
Rubbing my eyes, I squinted them at the screen searching for the caller ID.
"What's the matter?" I asked picking up the call.
"........."
"I'm coming right now. Don't let him do anything stupid." I whisper shouted before hanging up. I quickly changed into something presentable before making my way over to Apollo's room.
I walk in without knocking and woke him up.
"Arte? Is everything all right? Did you have a nightmare or something?" He sat up, a concerned look on his face.
The moonlight peeking through the window fell on his pecs, illuminating them.
I gulped.
Damn you brain.
"Artemisia?" He whispered again, rubbing my shoulder tenderly.
"Roman called." I explained him my conversation with Roman, and in no time was he on his feet rushing towards the garage, after putting on some clothes.
He raced the car out of the mansion in no time, thankfully there were none of the Italian or Spanish guards following us, this time.
"Carlington Memorial." I told Apollo.
"Yes Artemisia."
Apollo was very familiar with the places in New York, since he had been sent here on a long term mission.
