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“Do whatever you want,” she sighed, breaking her glance.
She looked down at her hands and then back up at Tony. “Get her another glass,” I said to Tony, and he looked at me hesitantly.
“Luca, this is twenty-thousand-dollar whiskey.”
I didn’t care.
I had the money to burn.
Clearly.
My old man wouldn’t have bought something so stupid if we didn’t have the money.
I shrugged. “Give her another glass,” I said again, but sternly as I let the flame burn the end of my cigar before taking a few initial puffs.
Tony took a deep breath and poured her another glass, his hand shaking slightly before shooting me a warning expression. “If anyone else comes in here, you have to put that out…”
I chuckled.
With the smoke hanging in the air and the weight of my sins on my shoulders, I couldn't help but stare at her.
I raised my glass, toasting —silently —to the possibility of finding some solace in her presence, even if just for a little while. And as our eyes locked again, I knew this encounter would be anything but ordinary.
This might be a night for the books.
6
ANNABELLE
I satat the vintage bar I’d happened upon, savoring the smooth, velvety whiskey that the only other person in the bar had generously given to me from his private stash. The taste was… out of this world. It was far beyond anything I could afford. I detected notes of aged wood and a hint of chocolate, the flavors dancing on my palate. My dad had taught me about liquor — whiskey, more specifically — from a young age, but this was on a whole new level.
“This is amazing. The wood and chocolate tones… the smoothness…” I said. “Thank you. It’s the best drink I’ve ever had.”
The man seemed impressed by my appreciation for the drink, and we found ourselves reveling in the shared experiences of our fathers teaching us about alcohol.
Before we were even legally able to have it.
The guy was handsome.
I’d give him that.
He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes that almost seemed to captivate me. Although he was sitting, I could tell he had a tall and confident presence. He was definitely a man who could be seen as intimidating. There was a level of mystery to him. He seemed… like a suspense ride tied up in a bow.
Gorgeous on the outside, but possibly a little dangerous.
I wanted to choke myself out for being so attracted to him.
He had just the right amount of stubble on his face, enough to look a little rugged, but not enough to appear ragged. Almost like he hadn't bothered shaving for a couple of days.
I couldn’t help but look him up and down as secretively as possible. He wore nice clothes. They didn’t scream this neighborhood.
They screamed money — as did his twenty-thousand-dollar bottle of whiskey.
Who in the hell could spend that much money on alcohol?
I thought that was only in movies.
I didn’t think that was real life.
