Chapter 8 - A Prostitute

Vincenzo

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I was attracted to a prostitute...

My fucked up brain could have chosen any woman, any woman in this godforsaken world but it got attracted to a prostitute but not just any prostitute—she belonged to the Cosa Nostra—who, before this peace contract had been our biggest enemies. So, here I was, not just lusting after a whore but one who was, in every way, my enemy's property.

Talk about screwing with my head and my loyalties all at once.

This lust-hazed attraction felt like a kick in the gut, a taunt to my principles, and a slap in the face of logic. I felt like a ticking time bomb, threatening to blow everything to hell.

I was Vincenzo Capone, a man who had always prided himself on control and perfection. And now, I found myself drawn to someone who embodied everything I wasn't. It was maddening, this fixation on the imperfections that Ms. Parker carried with her.

Claire Parker, with her pink hair and that dirty mouth of hers, was a far cry from the women I usua