*Cat*
The next morning my limbs felt deliciously heavy and my mind was sluggish. For some reason, Elio had to make enough noise to wake a cemetery. On days like this, I swore he woke me up on purpose.
“Hey, baby, have you seen my shoes?” he asked as if I were the one who wore them.
“They’re in the bathroom,” I muttered, wondering how he’d overlooked them. I’d tripped over them in the dark when I’d gone in there last night.
He had a meeting today at the legit business. Though he was full-time Don now, he occasionally had to make legitimate business appearances to explain where our money came from.
“You’re the best,” he said.
I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow. I wanted to go back to sleep.
“Hey, Cat?” he asked.
I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming that I was sleeping.
