(ANGELO'S POV)
I'm staring at the wall across from me with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to it ring and trying not to calculate how many things could have gone wrong in the hours since Krystal and I fled the hospital.
The safehouse is quiet around me. The kind of quiet that amplifies everything you're trying not to think about, and my fucking knee won't stop bouncing.
The moment Sandra's voice comes through, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
"Angelo? Thank God, you're okay."
"Yeah," I say. "Talk to me. What happened after we left?"
"We're in the clear," she replies. I can hear the exhaustion in her voice but underneath it something lighter. "Every last one of their soldiers went after you guys the second you left. The whole building just... emptied out." A short laugh escapes her. "Mickey's insane plan actually worked."
I lean back into the sofa cushions. "It did. Tell Michele he can keep his balls."
