Ashanti
Imagine what I feel.
“Okay, I suppose you know who I am” There's something so fucking familiar about this man, I just can't point my finger at it. I nod at his words.
“We wanted to discuss business with you, we're seeking a partner to extend our business”
“What Business?”
“Weaponry, we sell different weapons, and we own them in different parts of the world”
“Hmm, where are you from originally?”
“Italy” Roman answers smoothly, his fingers digging into my side, that is going to leave a mark. I have a feeling he doesn't know he's doing that.
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