The Rossi Brothers I — Luciano
I often heard that from her; she refused to believe she was pretty, even though she was the most attractive person I had ever seen.
“Are you ready for tonight?” she asked, a bright smile lighting up her face.
I nodded, and she squealed, practically jumping in her seat.
“Let’s get the party started!” She instructed the driver to turn up the music, and as we drove to the club, "Paint the Town Red" by Doja Cat blasted through the speakers.
Tonight, I told myself, I wasn’t going to think about anything else except for the mission I was on—and that’s exactly what I intended to do.