I take strides, following the GPS on my cell, and then I stop when I see her. She’s walking into a store with Mia.
Fuck, I feel like a crazy stalker. I need to get my shit together. This is not right, nor healthy. I need to meet her, like now.
I walk into the store after them and wait for the perfect opportunity to bump into her.
That’s all I want. A moment of contact and to know that she sees me.
“Oh my god, look at this dress,” Valentina squeals, touching the fabric on the mannequin.
“Yes, you need to try it on, but I know it will be perfect on you,” Mia says, turning the mannequin.
“Yes, I will. Mia, I’m happy that Don Elio is allowing us to come shopping,” Valentina says, grabbing the dress off the rack.
It’s a black dress with thin straps that cross down the back. Just imagining her in the dress has me so damn hard.
I walk away feeling awful about spying on her. I stop to look at the stack of sweaters on the table. I grab a black and gray sweater. I turn to go and pay for them, bumping into someone. It all happens so quickly; I stare at her, dropping the sweater and reaching for Valentina before she falls, wrapping her in my arms.
“I’m sorry,” Valentina yelps, blinking and holding onto my arms.
She looks at me wide-eyed, and I know that she’s looking at me. I think that she remembers me from the other day.
“No worries,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
Her fresh floral scent invades my senses; she feels so soft in my arms. I don’t want to let her go.
“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” Valentina says, pushing out of my arms.
“No worries, I hope you’re okay,” I say.
“I’m good, uh, thank you for saving me from falling,” She says, smiling.
“You’re welcome,” I say, nodding.
“Bye.”
“Bye.”
Valentin walks away from me and goes to the fitting room. I pick up the sweater from the floor and place it on the table.
“Don Conti is in his office; please follow me,” the Soldier says at the door.
My Brats and I enter and follow the Soldier down the long hall. Of course, I didn’t expect anything less than this mansion from the Mafia Don. The Soldier stops at the open door and looks inside.
“Don Conti, your guests are here.”
“Bene,” Don Conti says, nodding as he looks at us.
We stop at the door as Conti walks to us.
“Welcome, Kravtsov; please have a seat,” Conti says, waving his hand.
“Conti,” I say, lifting my chin.
I take a seat in one of the overstuffed black leather chairs, and my Brats and Ivan take a seat on the sofa. Conti sits in the other chair and looks at his Soldier.
“Ciro, serve our guests some Vodka,” Conti hums.
The Soldier Ciro walks over to the bar, grabs the Vodka bottle, and opens it. I know that my Brats will closely monitor Ciro.
