||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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"Yeah, keep me updated on that." My fingers press the bridge of my nose as I hang up Roman's call.
"Artemisia." The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills my nose before I hear him.
I turn around and take the mug in my hand, nodding at Apollo.
"So, what have you thought?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch in my condo's living room.
"Well," I slurped on my coffee, crossing my legs on the couch. "Our french spies haven't detected anything severe yet. That guy I shot was Pascal Jean, a higher member of the units—, What?" I asked when I saw Apollo looking at me.
"You know that's not what I am talking about." He said giving me a knowing look.
"What are talking about then?" I asked, confused.
"Artemisia," He stretched my name. "What have you thought about returning back? It's been more than a week, give or take. A week has been the longest you've been away." His voice filled with concern.
"Apollo-,"
"You're not changing the topic. It's due time we talk about this." He said sternly, yet I could sense his concern behind it.
"Fine." I huffed out.
"I'm all ears, whenever you're ready." I felt the seat beside me dip under his weight as he took a seat beside me.
"Honestly Apollo. I'm tired." I sigh into the mug. Gulping down a large sip, I let my head fall back. "I'm just too tired to even walk up there and look at their faces. Too tired to fight, or even hear them speak."
"Arte," I could feel his gaze on me. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" He coos at me.
"I don't know. I feel like I just don't want to face anybody. It's good like this. Just you and I."
"There'll always be a you and I, Misa." He sighed. "But they are your family too, like it or not. You need to face your fears."
"Why do I feel like-,"
"I am not pushing you away, Artemisia." He huffed moving to place his mug on the coffee table before sitting back. "I am anything but pushing you away."
