Nico's POV
The city resembled a place full of concrete and steel, and the yacht returned to the exclusive docks. The blue hue of the ocean that was free to watch, was now turned to the grey colour of the Moretti empire. My phone was buzzing in my pocket as soon as my feet touched the wood in the pier. It was Marco, my next boss. Something was wrong up at the warehouse to the north—some loads of luxury cars had been hijacked and blood had already been really shed.
I felt a flash of cold anger. Not for the money, but because I was about to leave Iris.
"I must go," I said, and turned and faced her, we being the only two people on the foyer of the mansion.
Iris's face fell. She was so little and pretty in her cloth, her skin still flushed with the sun and the salt. “Now? You just got back.
