35.

Vincent Giovanni

Tonight, its date night, the first free night I’ve had since the mission, which was exactly two weeks ago, I’ve been pushing business, getting my goods back on to the market and making sure that every last bit sells and nothing goes to waste.

“Babe, where are we going?” she asks for the umpteenth time.

“I’m not telling, I’m sworn to secrecy,” I reply.

She groans and stomps into the bathroom, slams the door shuts, and locks it, she hates surprises and I must admit that I’ve done a good job at keeping this one to myself.

I walk to the door and knock on it, “Mi amore, open the door for me please.”

“No,”

I chuckle, “Come on baby, open the door for me.”

“If you tell where we are going I will,”

Over my dead body, “Okay I will, open the door.”

She unlocks the