◇ KEL ◇ What did he mean by "same"? Was he saying he had no idea why his girlfriend said yes to his proposal? Or did he mean he didn't know why she cheated on him? Wait. I shouldn't keep peeling off the scabs with more invasive questions. But my curiosity was too much. "It's so fucked up, innit?" Enzo held back a laugh. He slurred his words a little now, reminding me of how much wine he imbibed tonight. While he kept his face pressed onto my upper abdomen, I took out my phone and glanced at the thin white numbers on my screen. It was a few hours before midnight, and I doubted he still wanted to drive me back to the apartment. "Not even the worst part." "What d'you mean?" I squinted at him when he pulled away to glance at me. A fair amount of vexation was in his droopy eyes. I finally got to breathe normally whe
◆ MILES ◆ "Bambino, è un compito semplice, ma di enorme importanza." [My boy, it's a simple task, but one of grave importance.] "Alora?" [So?] I swore inwardly, waiting for him to cut the bullshit. He didn't call me "bambino" unless he wanted me to do something for him. Important or otherwise. Or he wanted to manipulate me into agreeing to something he said or proposed. "Parlagli e basta, e fatti dare le sua benestare." [Just talk to him, and y'know, get his blessing.] "Cosa sta' dicendo, Pappa?" [What're you saying, Pappa?]Get that old dirtbag's approval? What for? That nutjob Leandro Tomassini already signed the contract for the port deal, including the senior executives and the board of directors. That deal was closed months ago. Why should I ask for that dirty old creep's blessing? Shit if I had to meet with Ignazio Tomassini this week. Enzo and Leandro's uncle. Currently the head of the Tomassini empire. Since Leandro was still in training wheels, Pappa mentioned that the T
◆MILES ◆ After shooting at dozens of beer bottles in my backyard to blow off some steam, I texted Enzo to ask where he was at the moment. Niccolo also said Enzo flew out of Italy again and that Enzo wanted to talk to me about something urgent. Despite my reluctance, I decided to contact Enzo to ask him about his Uncle Ignazio's preferences...what booze and drugs the DOM liked, and what type of women his uncle preferred besides the usually underage hookers. But the jerk wasn't answering my calls. Or maybe Lorenzio just didn't take calls from unregistered numbers. "Pick up the damn phone," I mumbled with a groan as the ringing went on, my hands busy cleaning up some of the mess I just made with my handgun and twenty or so blanks. I had enough bullets in my ammo drawer to practice with, but I opted to use blanks tonight. Just for safety reasons.
◆ MILES ◆ Meet up with his COO? Lying bastard. Before I could shout profanities at my phone screen like a drunken lunatic, I rang his number and waited as my jaw tensed up. The odd, aching sensation in my gut just got worse. But I had to confront him now and get some things off my chest. Not very nice things. The prick probably thought I wouldn't find out about him seeing Mykaela again. Did he think I was that clueless and stupid? The guy picked up after two rings. "Hey, Maxim. You got my message last time?" I ignored his question and held back a sigh of frustration. I clenched my fist. He just called me by my childhood nickname again, as if we were old friends. "What the fuck do you want with her?" I blurted. No time for bullshit. We'd better get straight to the point before he could think of an alibi, and
× WARNING! × CONTENT BELOW INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ×◇ KEL ◇...It started with a quick kiss—a little chaste buss I left on his lips. Our first ever real kiss. It felt light. Easy. Almost natural. I wanted to comfort him in some way before I had to leave. So I kissed him again.Then he just grabbed my arms and pulled me to him. He showed me how to really kiss someone.But our first one didn't end there. His breath smelled of alcohol but I just didn't give a crap. I wanted to prolong the feeling of his mouth on mine. Just for tonight...I wanted to know how he really kissed a woman.He brushed his soft lips onto my neck, then on my shoulder, his firm arms embracing me. It felt right. Last time I checked, we're just two friends hanging out, but it definitely felt far from a friendly hug. Before I
◆ MILES ◆ ... "We're cooking something up with Leandro, Lorenzio's brother. He's got a new lab." Ricchar grabbed the wine bottle in front of him. "It's a new one. Not as dangerous as meth or heroin." "Are you kidding?" I wanted to swear at the underlying suggestion. "You're turning into Pappa." Ricchar shrugged nonchalantly at my comment, his lips pouting somewhat. "Leandro's chemists say it's just like taking vitamins, or painkillers. It's more of an opioid. Cheaper than blow. You could easily sell it to your friends." For Pete's sake. Now my own cousin's convincing me to become one of their drug dealers. Chemists... I wondered how many millions they got paid per year straight from the Tomassinis' offshore bank accounts. "Fuck no. Not gonna happen." I chuckled and looked away from him in incredulity. I had enough life-derailing addictions to deal with on a regular basis. Wh
◇ KEL ◇ "Why are you still there?" "No— I was gonna..." The rest of my reply got cut off when I almost dropped my phone in a hasty attempt to lower the volume. I rushed out of Enzo's hotel room, my legs barely able to hold my weight. Miles' indignant tone shouldn't be a surprise, but... I just didn't expect he'd actually call me this morning. "He told you not to leave?" "No. It's not like that," I lied. Some part of my head throbbed as my brain tried to come up with a better backup lie. "Just wanna make sure he's fine. He drank too much last night," I explained, keeping my voice down as I stood alone in the dim hallway. It wasn't like I was cheating on him or anything—nothing beyond friendly gestures happened last night. Enzo would never take advantage of the situation like that. Wait. Did Miles think we're in a real relationship now? Why? He never said anything about us dating or being official. Though at times it felt like we're getting there, I just didn't know if he saw me
◇ KEL ◇ The sight of a barechested, damp and scowling Enzo surprised me when I got back into his hotel room to get my things. His bodyguard showing up in the hallway also reminded me to leave now. Or else Miles might do something drastic about this whole issue. Wouldn't be the first time.As I tried not to check out Enzo's exposed body, I grabbed my old tablet to put it in my satchel. Time to come up with my goodbye spiel. I wanted to chat with Enzo for a bit. Say bye properly. Check how he actually felt right now after all that alcohol. I just couldn't stay any longer. Miles and Niccolo would find out if I stayed another hour in this hotel with Enzo. Why's he ignoring me? Enzo hadn't paid me any mind since he stepped out of his shower. The relaxing scent of soap that reminded me of fresh linens occupied the hotel room. Enzo kept his phone on his ear, talking in fluent Italian to someone. At times in English as well. No clue who was on the phone with him. But I had a feeling it w