The atmosphere at the office had shifted, growing heavy with an unspoken tension. It had been days since Russo had come to my room, and his cold indifference weighed on me like a stone in my chest. It was as if a wall had risen between us, one that I couldn't scale, no matter how hard I tried. I tried talking to him once and the reaction was something I wouldn’t want to ever experience again, it was something I couldn’t mention. I hated how it dictated my entire mood for the whole day. Somehow protecting Romero had cost me my relationship with Russo, now I can’t take back my words and I’m back to being treated like an outsider. At work, Russo's behavior was even more disconcerting. He no longer lingered by my side, didn't seek out those moments of solitude we had shared. His replies to my inquiries were curt, and his gaze barely met mine. He wasn’t even interested in whatever I was working on. Each day, his distance became more pronounced, and the sinking feeling that I was losing

The Friday morning sun bathed the club's surroundings in a warm, inviting light. As I walked alongside Russo, the scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the distant hum of city life. It was a rare and tranquil moment amid the bustling, clandestine world we inhabited.Russo's presence at my side was both reassuring and enigmatic, a constant reminder of the secrets that surrounded us. As we strolled through the club's exterior, his gaze scanned the premises, taking in every detail with a discerning eye.The Velvet Pleasure was truly everything and more, This was my frist time being behind the scenes of a club like this and for the first time, I want to prove Russo right, I want him to be proud of putting me in this position. Finally, he turned to me, his expression serious. "Alissa, I have to travel for work. I'll be away for a while, and I'll be very absent from here."His unspoken words hung in the air, a solemn reminder of the responsibility that was about to be

I stood in the shadows, my senses heightened, and the tension in the air was palpable. I was waiting for Russo’s trusted friends to arrive through this entrance so I could lead them to the velvety room where the order of the day was waiting. Something about who they were scared me, I have gotten used to the idea of not asking questions and not probing further, I needed Russo’s trust more than ever. I recognized them immediately as they entered: seven men who moved with quiet, unassuming confidence. I could never forget these faces, for they have a space on the FBI Most Wanted list. They were the central pillars of the La Sombra Negra cartel. The black shadow cartel. A sense of déjà vu washed over me, for I had crossed paths with these men three years ago in a sting operation, an operation that had ended with one of their own death. Victor Vargas died by my bullet. They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributa

Supervising the shipment offloading, my attention was divided between the careful unloading process and maintaining the safety of the precious cargo. I had spent the last night in Russo’s arms and that seemed to take away all the previous stress of the past week from my body. The atmosphere in the underground storage area was tense, the echo of footsteps and the clinking of metal barrels filling the air.Stephan, my assistant in overseeing the club's operations, was beside me, his normally stoic expression giving way to a subtle vulnerability as he stared at something on his phone. Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but glance in his direction. I walked to his side but he didn’t notice me coming. A picture of a baby girl adorned the screen, a child with the same captivating blue eyes as Stephan. His gaze was filled with a mix of longing and sorrow as he gazed upon the image. It was a sight so out of place within the dimly lit storage area, it begged a question."Is that your daught

The loud shrill of my phone woke me up and I knew it was too early for it to be my alarm. I had a very late night yesterday and I would appreciate as many sleep as I could get. I stood up groggily to the dressing table side where my phone was lying. The caller ID showed Russo and I sighed before swiping my hands over the call button. “Good morning, Russo, how are you?” I called out as soon as he picked and from the tone of his voice, it looks like he woke up quite early. I wonder if he hired anybody else to take my place at the office. Or if he’s going to be sleeping with her too. I halt my wandering trail of thoughts, whatever Russo does with his personal life should be none of my business, I am out here gathering real information for my mission and that’s all that should matter.“It’s way past morning butterfly, apparently someone didn’t get enough sleep.” He replied and I sighed again, this time loudly so he could her. I would appreciate if i’m given the instructions early so I c