Nowhere to Run

My jaw dropped. The words died in my throat as Matteo slapped his hand against the vinyl booth and let out a booming laugh that echoed through the crowded diner. He found the very idea of me hoarding Silas's money to fund a grand, secondary escape from Dario hilarious. The sound drew the stares of several patrons, but he did not care.

Matteo wiped a tear of mirth from his eye and stood up from t