A Choice
“Valentina! Valentina!” My eyes fluttered for a moment as I gave notice to the voice that was calling me, Angelo. He sat in the chair opposite mine, a frown rested on his face. “That’s the third time that you zoned out on me, “Angelo paused as he looked at me, his face softened. “You sure you’re okay?” “I placed a hand to my head, I am fine Angelo.” My gaze left him and focused in the room that we were in. Since that day I had not had a moment of privacy in the city. The security considered it a matter of priority and refused to budge too far away. Even now in my own dining room the guards were just a room away. “Well then we aren’t going to get anyway just sitting around and spacing out. The men want a firm idea of a response and want answers for what is going on. You saw what’s const
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