Ignazio
Alejandro's voice faded into the background as my mind returned to Danica, her porcelain skin, red hair, and enticing innocence. My desire for her intensified, unbearable.
"Alejandro, I need to excuse myself," I said, standing, my tone firm.
Alejandro raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
"So soon, Ignazio?"
"I have preparations to attend to," I replied, my gaze locked on his. "La Calabrese won't take himself down."
Alejandro nodded, understanding.
"Tomorrow's operation. Understandable. Romano will receive the details."
I nodded.
"Ensure he's ready." He said again.
Alejandro extended his hand.
"Until tomorrow, Ignazio."
I shook it, sealing our pact.
"Tomorrow."
As I left the clubhouse, the cool night air cleared my head. The city's neon lights blurred
