Massimo’s POV. Drugs. That's all that filled my head as I walked around my office and searched for the paper where I wrote down the number of the new dealer. Rome told me about him a few days back and from all I could sense, he was going to be from Russia. His name sounded so familiar, just like someone I had been entangled with from the past. My head ached me as I tried to look through the drawer before I felt a pang on my chest as I coughed for a moment. “Damn, what the hell did I take?” I muttered as I turned to the door and realized someone was already trying to have it turned anti clockwise. Someone was about to enter the office. “Who’s there?” I called out, with a hope of having either Rome or maybe one of the other staffs reply but to my surprise, it was none other but; “Hey! Why are you here?!” I scolded. My eyes fixed at her face and the sexy gown she wore. I could sense a feeling of betrayal from her at the moment. Rosalia Hazelwood. “What do you mean by that? Massimo
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