A Wicked chance

ARYA’S POV Marco was in the living room, throwing items into a duffel bag. "About time. The car's out front. Let's go." "Marco." I whispered "Not another word. Move." I walked toward the door, my mind racing. Once we were in the car, my opportunity would be gone. I needed to… A phone rang, cutting off my thoughts. It was the landline, mounted on the kitchen wall. My heart jumped, could it be… I looked behind me, Marco had not noticed yet. This could be my chance. Running quickly, I rushed towards the phone and grabbed the receiver. "Hello?" No one said anything for a moment and my heart almost dropped in disappointment. But then I heard, "Arya?" The voice made my knees buckle but I steadied myself and gripped the phone tighter. "Giovanni?" I could barely breathe. "Oh my God, Giovanni. Is that you?" I could hear him speak in rapid Italian, shooting orders. My heart tightened even further and a smile nearly crossed my lips. He still sounded the same, although his voice has a raspin