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My world narrowed down to a singular objective, which was to capture Mancini’s mafioso and gather whatever information I could.
As I maneuvered through the pulsing crowd, dodging dancers and revelers, I couldn't help but wonder how this abrupt departure would appear to Griselda. From almost kissing her to running away like a lunatic, it didn’t paint a complementary picture. Not at all.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my senses hyper-aware as I tried to close the distance between me and my elusive target.
The Mancini family's relentless pursuit of me had turned into a deadly game of cat and mouse, and this club was the latest battleground. The thug made a hurried exit through an alternative door, leaving me with a whirlwind of thoughts.
What were his intentions? Was this an attempt to lure me into a trap?
Racing thoughts and rising panic vied for control, urging me towards rash decisions. I raced through the labyrinthine alleys outside the club, shadows cloaking my movements. My breath was ragged, and my mind raced. My thoughts churned, contemplating the tangled web of possibilities.
As I chased after the mafioso, my mind raced with thoughts of the beautiful woman I had left behind in the club. Griselda had captivated me in a way I hadn't expected, and the memory of her lingered.
I hoped I would see her again.
Chapter 4
Griselda
ThesuddendepartureofEmilio hit me like a shock wave. For a fleeting moment, I had thought we were about to share a kiss but that moment was shattered abruptly.
My heart raced, echoing the tempo of the music. Confusion and disbelief coursed through me. What had just happened? One moment, we were so close, and the next, he was gone.
Did he find me repulsive? Was there something wrong with me? I discreetly checked my breath, even though I knew it was fine.
I replayed the moment in my mind, hoping to find a clue that would explain his abrupt departure. Our eyes had met, the atmosphere charged with a hint of desire. I had leaned in, expecting the brush of his lips against mine, but there was nothing. No connection. No soft warmth. Nothing.
When I opened my eyes, I had been met with the sight of Emilio's sudden urgency, his focus elsewhere. It was as if he had been transported from the moment we shared to a different reality. The jarring shift left me bewildered.
Had I misread the situation?
He had insisted it wasn't because of me, but his actions spoke otherwise. Being dismissed like that, especially after what happened at work this morning, nipped at my confidence.
Feeling a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment, I finished my drink quickly. The pulsating energy of the club no longer held its appeal.
Instead, it seemed to magnify the awkwardness of the situation. The thought of so many eyes witnessing that peculiar moment made my cheeks flush, urging me to escape the crowded space.
The warm water cascaded over me, washing away the remnants of the night. I stood there, lost in thought. The events of the night kept playing like a persistent loop in my mind.
Emilio's sudden exit was confusing, to say the least. Was it something I said or did? He had reassured me, but actions spoke louder than words. Doubt and frustration gnawed at me, battling with the attraction I had felt toward him.
After toweling off and changing into fresh clothes, I sat on my bed, running a hand through my still-damp hair. The scene at the club replayed in my mind. The way his eyes had briefly locked with mine, the almost kiss that never happened—then why hadn’t he kissed me?!
In an attempt to distract myself, I opened a book, trying to lose myself in its pages, but my mind kept drifting back to Emilio. His enigmatic aura and his charming smile.
Frustrated, I set the book aside and laid down on my bed. Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, pulling me into a restless slumber.
Dreams were woven with flashes of Emilio, the sound of music from the club, and the sensation of an almost-kiss.
The next morning, I sat at my desk in the office, purposefully ignoring the file my boss had handed me the previous day. It was an insult, an assignment beneath my abilities, so I decided to hand it over to a younger lawyer. It would be a learning experience for them, at least.
Engrossed in reviewing other cases, the door suddenly swung open, startling me. Without the courtesy of a knock or even a warning, Carmella barged in.
My already sour mood, fueled by the memory of Emilio from the previous night, worsened at the sight of her. Carmella’s insufferable presence barged into my space without a shred of consideration. It felt like the universe was conspiring to challenge my patience.
As she stood there, smugness dancing in her eyes, I could feel my pulse quicken. The urge to express my annoyance and frustration was almost more than I could bear.
"Excuse me, do you not know how to knock?" I asked, my irritation palpable.
