Isabelle's Point of View:
"Thank you, Rob," I said with a smile to the guy who just told me how happy he was that I was the Mafia's first lady. He said he had been having trouble with his wife, and would love to talk about it some time if I could, and I agreed.
He left and I returned to my room. Achilles was still gone. He left the day after we made love that night, without even another word. The morning was cold as I searched for him everywhere, only to find out he was on a mission in Europe and would not return for a few weeks.
I figured he probably couldn't spare any time to tell me, otherwise he would have. It had been a week since that day, and he hadn't returned calls or any messages. My assistant here, the only other woman—Lucy, she told me that whenever "boss" was on a mission, he wouldn't bear any contacts with the people back in the base. He would only talk to the men he took along with him on the said mission.
