Chapter 10 - The Blackmail

Vincenzo

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I sat across from Sarah, the daughter of a prominent politician whom I had been seeing for the past three months even before the peace contract with the Cosa Nostra. The candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the elegant surroundings. Sarah was dressed impeccably in a designer gown, and she had that air of entitlement about her.

"Sarah, you always look stunning. That dress complements your beauty," I said, At least she wasn't one of those who'd choose booty shorts as the outfit of the day.

She blushed, I rarely compliment her so this must have come off as a surprise. I just had an urge to compliment her decent style.

"Thank you, Vincenzo," she threw her hair behind her shoulder in an exaggerated way, "I do believe in making a statement."

The more I got to know her the more I felt like I was stuck in a room with an overconfident feline, one that had all the attention but lacked the depth I sought.

"Making a statement is important in your world," I