a small warning to the faint hearted, there is women being treated badly by bad guys.
*Adriano*
As I reach the house, I stop for a moment, ruffle my hair and unbutton the top of my shirt to rebutton it crookedly. Then I plaster on a sleek smile and walk back in.
“Hey, where is the little honey pie”. Domenico asks.
“Had to send her … home”. I say with a shrug. “She kept bawling about how it wasn’t what she agreed to”.
To be honest I hate saying things like that, pretending to be that kinda man, but the worse they think I am the more they seem to respect me. And sadly I need them to respect me to do my job well.
“Sure … you send her … home”. He wink at me. “I hope you made sure to … clean up”.
I don’t care what he thinks about me, my reputation for having women disappear has served me
