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SEVENTY THREE

~ Emmy ~

"You don't like me!" I remarked as I strolled behind Gwen out the back of the club. Footsteps slowly followed behind us, and I knew if I turned to look, I would find a male tracking me. No doubt one of Matteo's men; I wasn't stupid, if he had me guarded and watched within his own home; I was under no illusion that here, would be no different.

"I don't?" She asked, not glancing behind me as she shoved a hidden panel open that I didn't even know was a door. It looked more like a mirror than an exit, which I guess was the point.

"I wasn't asking a question; I was stating a fact!" I shrugged, following her through and pushing it closed behind me, leaving the chatter of the club and the guard on the other side of the wood. Dark wood panelled walls stretched the stairwell, dated and stinking of rose and vanilla, no doubt from the cheap perfume she wore.

"You have a smart mouth!" Gwen snorted, my lips pursed as I silently nodded. She turned to look at me, clearly wanting an answe
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