“Distracted from distraction by distraction.”
T.S Eliot.
Antonio’s POV
I sat in the red room, sipping my whiskey and smoking my cigar, trying to calm my nerves. It had been a long day, filled with one problem after another. I was frustrated, and I needed a distraction.
I had told one of the waitresses at the VIP that I don’t know her name and I don’t care to know, really, I told her to send Anastasia in for me.
A couple of minutes later, I heard someone clear their throat, snapping me out of my thoughts, behold it’s her, she finally decided to come after delaying me.
She looked nervous, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.
“So, you're here,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
I gestured to the space in fro
