Lucrezia paced endlessly inside her room, feeling her temperature rise from normal.
She had been the one who told Maverick she needed a phone and now that the phone was right before her, she couldn't even use it.
Her mind reeled from different thoughts and memories as she lay restless on her bed, tossing and turning.
She couldn't believe what she had done with Maverick inside that car.
This hadn't been what she wanted from the beginning.
Lucrezia had simply just wanted a care-free life since day one, a life where she wouldn't have to be plunged into the unsettling lifestyle of her father but could actually enjoy saving lives and stitching up the city guilt-free, without reason to think she was a cause or part of it.
But that dream was drained down the sink years ago as she somehow realised there was no escaping from the sort of world she'd been born into.
