Rino ─𖤝─ I guided the Bentley through late-evening traffic, one hand draped over the wheel, the other resting on the console. Valeria sat beside me, practically vibrating with excitement, her perfume blooming sweet and sugary in the car. “Rino,” she whispered, leaning closer, fingers brushing my forearm, “You didn’t tell me where we’re going.” I looked down at her fingers and then back at the road. The same fingers that had unlocked my safes. The same fingers that had traced patterns on another man’s body while she smiled at me the next morning. “You’ll see,” I said. “Is it just us?” she asked, leaning back, a sly smile tugging her lips. “A private night?” Private. She had no idea how private. “It’s exclusive,” I murmured, turning the wheel with one motion, “Very few people get access.” Her eyes went soft, dreamy, like she was already picturing candlelit tables and champagne towers. The road wound upward, the city falling away until only darkness and elevation surround
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