Chapter 2 Enzo The room was large and dim, lit only by a few scattered lamps that threw a weak, yellow glow against the dark walls. I sat in my high-backed chair, the weight of the day resting heavily on my shoulders. In one hand, I gripped a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light. A cigarette burned slowly between my lips, a single point of heat in the gloom. All around me, several women moved to the low, pulsing beat of the music. They were beautiful, their bodies swaying with a practiced grace, but as I watched them, I felt a strange, hollow emptiness. I let out a quiet chuckle that didn't reach my eyes. I didn't say a word; I just watched the movement and felt the bite of the whiskey in the back of my throat. One of the women, seeing my movement, broke away from the group. She walked toward me with a confident, playful smile. She didn't hesitate as she sat down on my lap, her weight light but her presence intrusive. She pressed close to me, her skin warm agains
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