I didn’t wait to be told twice. I pressed the elevator button and as soon as the door opened, I got in. As the doors were closing, Emilio was looking at me, his eyes full of desire. I could feel his attraction for me, radiating from his body.I knew he was letting me see what he really felt because I never thought that his feelings of desire were that deep. He had done a good job at hiding it when he was blackmailing me to do his bidding.When the doors finally closed, I fought the need to make an elevator stop so that I could go back and beg him for exactly what I knew I wanted.My desire for him ran so deep that I abandoned all reason, and even forgot my morals. The elevator ride down felt longer than it was. Maybe it was because I was fighting the urge to go back up the whole time I was there. But when the doors finally opened again, I felt a surge of relief.I walked through the hallway, hoping Giulia hadn’t left and luckily for me, she hadn’t. When I arrived in the main area, I
People gathered around us, looking at the scene before them in horror. Emilio was on the ground, punching the man I had just been kissing. He looked feral and angrier than I had ever seen him.“Stop!” I yelled, but he didn’t listen.The man on the ground, whose name I hadn’t even bothered to ask, tried to attack, but Emilio was too fast and experienced for him. I was too scared to get close because I didn’t want to get hurt.“Emilio!” I screamed, but he still didn’t look up. Luckily, there was a no-phone policy, or else people would have been taking pictures of Emilio fighting.The man was bleeding and begging, but Emilio didn’t stop until Raffaele pushed through the crowd and pulled Emilio off the man on the ground.He tried to attack the poor man again, but Raffaele didn’t let him. When his eyes went to me, I stepped back in fear that he would attack me next, even though I knew he would never hurt me like that.Raffaele looked at Giulia, who was looking at all of us with shock writt
We quickly found a discrete table where there weren’t a lot of people. I was a little bit buzzed due to the whiskey from Giulia, but I wasn’t tipsy enough to tolerate people moaning next to me.The club was huge with a lot of people there, and even though it wasn’t late and it was only Tuesday, it was a little bit packed. People clearly loved sex and sensual activities more than anything.We ordered drinks and started having a conversation among ourselves, hoping to get drunk enough to hit the dance floor or maybe talk to some people.At the moment, I was a little bit shy, and Giulia, who was more bold with her sexuality, decided she wasn’t going to leave me at the table alone. She wanted to keep me company. And she also told me she hadn’t seen a man she liked.She wasn’t the type to feel shy about hitting on someone if she felt there was a connection between the two of them. I adored her boldness and wished I had at least half of it. But I wasn’t like that.All my life, I had only tw
I didn’t go straight home after my coffee with Donata. I needed an outlet for my dilemma. And most of all, I needed to forget Emilio because I didn’t think I was ever going to see him again.His case was over, and he didn’t have any use for me. Unless he decided to ruin my career and put me in prison, I was certain I would never hear his name again. Maybe that was a little too much wishful thinking on my part.Now that Tommaso had lost against him in court, I knew he would do everything in his power to research that case and catch Emilio in the act of doing illegal activities so that he could put him behind bars and recover his title as one of the best prosecutors in Palermo.Tommaso liked winning too much, and I knew he had taken that loss very personally. Too bad I didn’t care about his ego, nor did I care for it. He could go to hell for all I cared.I hoped my father saw that loss in court as a way to get me out of my marriage with that bastard. But knowing the relationship my fath
I looked around to make sure no one was watching before I agreed to see her for coffee. I wanted to tell her that I couldn’t walk with her to the coffee shop because some of my colleagues and even some reporters were still lingering, although they were from lesser-known stations.But then I realized that I had free will and could make my own choices; anyone who had a problem with me could come and speak to me personally.Besides, no reporter was interested in me. The only news that would catch attention was the two stars of the prosecutor’s office, Elena Grimaldi and Tomasso, losing a case they could have easily won.“Fine,” I said. I wanted to be a famous and sought-after lawyer like Donata. Most of all, I wanted to make a mark in Italy.I heard Elena saying Donata was the only one with the ability to summon judges at will, getting them to bend to her will. Everyone knew of her prowess and power. While I didn’t agree with the side of the aisle she was rooting for, I could learn a lot
“Your honors, this is clearly a plot created by the defence. They obviously stole and replaced evidence to make the case fall apart. I can prove that Emilio wasn’t kidnapped and that this is all a farce so he can escape these charges. We can’t take anything he says or whatever his shady lawyer comes up with to make him stay out of jail.”“He’s a dangerous man and he’s a danger to society. He deserves to rot in prison for all he has done. Please give the prosecution some weeks to gather evidence so we can put this dangerous man behind bars.”Elena argued but it was clear that Donata had made an impression and no one believed anything Elena said. She looked incompetent, unprepared, and she was grasping at straws to save face. It was clear she was frustrated while Donata was gleaming.Donata didn’t even let the judges sit with the information Elena had provided. She immediately spoke, debunking anything Elena had said.“This is a desperate attempt, your honors, for the prosecution to mak