LOGINThird Person POV“She’s still not eating?” Giulia asked, drumming her long, perfectly manicured fingernails on the desk. “No, Miss Giulia. Not a thing,” the security guard told her. He stood in front of her desk, his arms folded over his stomach, not daring to make eye contact with her. He was a strong, burly man, but Giulia scared the shit out of him. She scared the shit out of all the security guards. They felt like they were constantly walking on egg shells. Giulia had a way about her. She could cause a fully grown man to recoil with just a look. She’d been handpicked by Corloni himself to come and oversee the operations here in Romania. At first, the men had scoffed at her. She was slender, small, and unimposing. It had only taken a few days for the men to see why Corloni had chosen Giulia. She was sharp, menacing, and dangerous. In a matter of mere months, she’d completely changed the entire operation. The girls being brought in were better looking. The male clientele was weal
Third Person POVBeatrice slammed the hotel door room behind her. She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her awful sequin dress and headed straight for the shower. Running the water, it was tepid at best. Sighing, she longed for a nicer hotel. This hotel was a bit scuzzy, but it was currently all she could afford and it sure as hell beat sleeping in her car. Stepping into the stream of water, she reached for the soap and began vigorously scrubbing her body. She felt dirty, and even though she knew soap wouldn’t help the dirty feeling growing inside of her, she scrubbed her skin raw anyway. She’d only gone on two official gigs, as the company called them. Her first one had been rather pleasant. She’d escorted a stock broker to a private business dinner with clients. He was in from out of town, and he wanted a date. He’d told her to dress nice and subtle, as he didn’t want anyone to know she was a woman for hire. The dinner had been nice, and afterwards, he thanked her and gone on his
Willow’s POVAt first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard Luigi correctly. Did he just say Logan? As in, my ex Logan? I didn’t understand. Why would Logan request a meeting with Luigi?Seeing my stunned expression, Luigi continued. “I was surprised too. But he had a business proposal. And it was actually really good.”“A business proposal?” I asked, raising my eyebrows skeptically. “What sort of ‘business proposal’?” I asked, using air quotes. “He wants to start a new company with me,” Luigi said. “We’ll combine our assets and launch a new line of simple, trendy wines.”Luigi stopped talking and I let the words process. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this. Luigi had been stewing over launching some new wines, to stay on trend. I knew that. But I’d urged him to wait a bit, to stay the course a while longer. I knew all too well how trends ebbed and flowed. Whatever was hot today stood a good chance of being left in the wind tomorrow. I wasn’t convinced that these new wine trends had any sort o
Luigi’s POVWillow was already home by the time I got home. With excited, flushed cheeks she rushed towards me, greeting me in the lobby. “You won’t believe the news I have,” she told me, taking my coat. She promptly hung it up on the coat rack. I had big news too, but Willow was so excited, I decided I would wait until she was done. Whatever she had to tell me was exciting enough that she’d met me in the foyer. “Where are the kids?” I asked.“Out at the movies with friends,” Willow said. “They’re getting dropped off later. Come. I ordered dinner for us.”Since I’d just eaten a massive steak lunch, I wasn’t exactly hungry. But entering the kitchen, I saw that Willow had gone through a lot of effort to order dinner from our favorite deli. Assorted sandwiches, pickles, olives, cheeses, and fruit were spread out on the counter. I’d have to eat at least a little of it; the last thing I wanted to do was make Willow feel unappreciated. “Looks wonderful,” I said as she handed me a plate.
Third Person POVLuigi glanced over at the women in the booth. He squinted to get a better look. He had to admit, the woman in the sequin dress did bear an uncanny resemblance to Beatrice. But these women were clearly professional escorts. It was obvious by the way they draped themselves over the men. “Is it?” Luigi asked, cocking his head to the side. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Logan said, standing up and pushing back his chair with a sly smile. “You’re going over there?” Luigi asked. “Why not?” Logan shrugged. If the woman was, in fact, Beatrice, then Logan would thoroughly enjoy confronting her. He had no idea what Beatrice had been up to in the past few months, and he was curious to find out. Luigi also stood up. He despised Beatrice, and if that was her, it would get great satisfaction in calling her out. Together, the two men walked across the restaurant floor. Beatrice saw them coming before they got there. A deep crimson flushed her cheeks. This wasn’t h
Third Person POVThe waiter brought Logan and Luigi a bottle of the restaurant’s house wine. Their spirits were high, as they discussed the details of their new partnership. “You know what?” Luigi said, his eyes scanning the menu. “I feel like a steak. How about you?”“I never say no to a steak,” Logan chuckled. So they ordered themselves a filet mignon with several sides. The restaurant wasn’t overly busy, since it was the middle of the afternoon. Most of the clientele were likely business people having a late business lunch. It was a high end restaurant, known for its French inspired menu. Luigi often took clients there because of the close proximity to his office. Logan sipped the wine, which was one of Luigi’s merlots. He felt lighter than air. He hadn’t expected Luigi to agree so readily. Hell, he hadn’t really expected Luigi to agree at all. But now that he had, Logan’s mind was spinning with the possibilities. His own company was doing all right, but this partnership would o







