CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

IN a minute, he had changed into something different, of course without showering. And as soon as they were all set, all four of them drove off to the port, and even though they kept on telling him not to stick his head out the window for fear of him being seen, he could not help it. The fanning wind made his head lighter, but left his heart heavier.

"Just stay there, you say it's a safe house, so you should have all the necessary things there, but in case you don't, your boat has already been filled with whatever you might need. Food, clothes, and guns. Stay safe my boy, and watch over your Piccola like your life depends on it." Edoardo says, pulling him in a hug and patting him on the back.

"And don't make this situation unbearable for him, alright Luna, it will just be the two of you, so please don't drive him nuts." He pulled her into a hug, she was still as silent as a ghost.