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**** Honeymoon **** Sidney “ We arrived! “ I say to Adeline, standing in front of the hotel in Venice. Before we got married, I asked her which country she would like to visit and she, being romantic and delicate, chose Italy, in the city of Venice. As a man in love with her, I did her will and took her to the city of Venice. Venice is a city located in the north east of Italy situated on a group of small islands separated by canals and connected by bridges. A beautiful city to see and ideal for those who want a romantic moment, as it is beautiful in its architecture and works of art. I can say that it is a romantic place. A part of the city is listed as a World Heritage Site, along with its

What if he worked with The Broker? Fine. I’m heading to Venice.

Mark was in the war room when Marco entered with a sealed envelope. "It arrived ten minutes ago." "No sender?" Marco shook his head. "It was left at the front gate." Mark opened it. Inside was a map. A warehouse on the eastern docks was circled in red. Beneath it, a single sentence was written. Tonight. All three rival captains will be there. Luca frowned. "That's convenient." Valentina took the note from Mark. She studied the handwriting. Then the map. Then the ink. "I don't like it." "Why?"

Alexia. The City of Venice, Italy. It's been a dream of mine to visit Italy and coming to Venice was an absolute plus. I looked at the beautiful stars that illuminated the night sky through every window we walked passed as we made our way to our rooms at the top floor of our hotel. A wide grin spread across my face as I drank in the elegance of the halls and the fancy interior. "Someone's looking pretty happy," Michael said, occupying the space on my right, and he playfully nudged my shoulder with his own.

"We'll have to rectify that. Venice should be our first stop in Italy." "Before Milan?" "Definitely. Venice is magical. There's nothing like waking up to the sound of water lapping against the buildings. No cars, no traffic noise. Just the quiet splash of gondolas and footsteps over little bridges." I glanced up at him, surprised by the poetic description. "You actually have been on vacation." "I told you I had." "But you made it sound like you spent the whole time on conference calls." "Not in Venice," he said quietly. "Venice demands your full attention."

My hand shook as I pressed the pen to paper, but I kept my words short and final: Marcus, Don’t follow me. Don’t look for me. You destroyed what we had, and I’m done. Let me go, or you’ll only hurt us both more. Ella I placed the note on the table, weighing it down with a mug, and took one last look at the apartment. This was goodbye—not just to Marcus, but to the life I’d been trying to build in Venice. I didn’t know where I’d go next, not exactly, but for now, I’d stay in the city, hiding in plain sight. Venice was a labyrinth of narrow streets, hidden alleys, and forgotten corners. I could vanish here, blend into the crowds, become someone new until I was ready to leave for good.

“Yes, it’s you, Miss. Can you tell me where?” Irene wasn’t certain of what she could respond to him. She knows the way, but not exactly. Because she was just a tourist and she relied solely on the pamphlet with a map that was given to her. She examined the paper, identified all the turns and roads to take, and pointed it out to the man. “Um, when you head out from here, just go straight. When you see a two-way, turn right and next turn left. Then keep going until you reach the bridge. After you passed there, you will come across a market for souvenirs and you-.”

I say to him. "Because it belongs to the city of Castiano in this country called Venetia." Ah, Venetia - I've been there several times in my early twenties to enjoy the beautiful women and Venetian tax. Scaling mountains inland, breathtaking beaches outland. It's a modest sized country, somewhere between Greece and Bulgaria. Not many speak about it; their people are known to keep to themselves. Claude stares at me as if I'm supposed to understand his point about the area code. He becomes irritated when I don't.

The majority of the tourist attractions are mainly concentrated along the main waterway, the Grand Canal of Venice. We visited the Rialto Bridge and then St. Marco Square, San Marco Basilica, and the Bridge of Sigh in the San Marco district. All I could do was use the DSLR that Nikolai purchased on the way to shoot pictures. Still, the phone call that he received at midnight bothers me. I recognized that as Stephanie's. The fact that she continues to contact Nikolai about work when she knows he is abroad with us irritates me. Does she intend to do this? Perhaps my paranoia has returned.

I gave him the Antique tome that had been in my bag all the time. We sat side by side on the plush couch, and Jayden spread out a detailed map of Vesas city that he removed from his wallet on the centre table. I look carefully at the map, it looks like it is specifically designed for Jayden's tracking scent, allowing him to locate any individual anywhere in the world. "Wow, it's big."