Forbidden Lust
Riccardo chuckled, smug as ever, “or is that Mr. de Luca?”
Riccardo ran his own network, one that operated where mine didn’t. Places my name deliberately stayed out of. If anyone could move unseen there, it was him.
“Five foot seven. Black hair. Green eyes,” I said, skipping pleasantries. “Name’s Emilia.”
I left out her surname. There was no need to invite curiosity.
There was a pause before Riccardo spoke “And what do I get in return?”
“I hate this guy,” Theo muttered, shaking his head.
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