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SALVATOREI sat on the couch with Emily sprawled beside me, her laughter grating on my nerves. The room smelled of her cheap perfume clinging to everything like damp rot. Irritation rolled through me like a slow wave I couldn’t shake. She shifted closer and threw herself onto my lap. Her arms looped around my neck, pulling me in. “Fuck me, Salvatore,” she slurred, her breath hot with gin, her lips brushing my jaw. “I want you now.”I stiffened and caught her shoulders before her lips met my neck. She pressed harder, her fingers tugging at my shirt, but I stopped her cold. “No, Emily. We are not fucking.” My voice came out firmer than I wanted, and I could only hope she didn’t read the irritation in my voice. I eased her back, stylish as I could, and stood up. “But I can tease you with my fingers if you want.”Her eyes lit up, intrigued, and she leaned back on the couch and crossed her legs. “Oh, I like that. Go on then.” I smirked and stepped away, adjusting my jacket with a cough
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JOHNKarl leaned in close to Salvatore, their heads nearly touching as they hovered over a clipboard. I watched from across the warehouse floor, pretending to busy myself with a half-open crate. Karl’s laugh was soft, almost charming, but too well-timed, like a man who practised in the mirror before work. I’d been watching him for weeks, and it was always the same. He was too eager, too clean, and too damn smooth.Why hadn’t I seen this earlier?He said something that made Salvatore shake his head and sigh, then clapped him on the shoulder. Then Karl walked away and slipped out the back door like smoke curling under a crack. I set the clipboard down and followed him.The air outside bit through my jacket. The alley behind the warehouse smelled like stale beer and motor oil, and the ground was littered with crushed cartons and broken pallets. Karl stood by the dumpster with his back to me, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was a low thread as he spoke quickly into the receiver
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SALVATORE I paced the office with the phone pressed to my ear, my voice sharp as I barked into it. “John, get to my office. Now.” I hung up before he could reply, raking a hand through my hair as frustration crackled under my skin. The air felt thick, too quiet, too still, like it was waiting for the next blow.John stepped in a few minutes later, his eyes flicking over me. “What’s going on?”“I fucked up,” I said. “Miguel has refused to pick up my calls. I don’t even know if he will see me at this point.”John’s jaw ticked. “What do you need?”“I need you to go to Paul’s. Miguel’s probably with him.” I stepped closer. “Tell Miguel that I’m sorry. I’m coming to make it right. Get some flowers, I don’t know, maybe roses, lilies, or something that says, ‘I’m a jackass, but I love you.’ Got it?”John hesitated. “You think that’s gonna do anything? Flowers?”“I don’t care if it doesn’t. Just do it.” I pointed toward the door. “Now.”He gave a short nod and left, and I sank into my chair
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KARLThe job wasn’t nearly as brutal as they made it out to be. Moving crates, stacking boxes, and pretending to care. It was all mechanical. The hard part wasn’t the labour, it was the act. Every day, I pulled on the same mask: Karl, the dependable guy. A boy with a quiet smile, a solid work ethic, no opinions, no complications. A man who blended in just enough to be forgotten.But that wasn’t me, not really.I slipped into the back corner of the warehouse, where the shadows bled into the cracks of the cinderblock walls and the air smelled like old oil and rusted steel. The buzz of forklifts and clanging metal softened to a low murmur. This was where the real work happened. The person who made the architectural structure of the warehouse did a really good job. Apart from the fact that it had lots of hidden areas, it allowed the public just enough to see the lies put out, but not enough to see too much. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the burner phone. The cheap phone was p
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SALVATOREI dragged my hands through my hair, tugging on the strands hard enough to sting. “Fuck!” The word ricocheted off the concrete walls of the office and I tugged harder on my hair. My chest rose and fell in ragged bursts.He always had to make everything a damn scene. He always had to perform.The door creaked behind me, followed by heavy footsteps and the scrape of boots against the floor. John stepped inside, taking one look at me and raising a brow like he already knew too much. “Boss,” he said cautiously, “what just went down? Miguel tore out of here like someone lit a fire under him.”I slumped into the chair behind my desk. The leather let out a weary groan beneath my weight. I stared at the dusty window. “He saw something and blew it out of proportion. Like always.” There was no need to say too much. I rubbed my temples. “You know how he is. Always assuming, never asking.”John leaned against the edge of the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “Did he see you an
