Alessia Mancini
The acrid scent of cigarette smoke suddenly cut through the tension, jarring me from my thoughts. I whirled around, my eyes narrowing as I spotted two men sauntering through the partially open shutter, lit cigarettes dangling from their lips.
"Are you f*****g kidding me?" I hissed, my earlier composure evaporating. I stormed towards them, my heels clicking ominously against the concrete floor. "Hey! You two!"
They looked up, startled by my approach. I could see the moment recognition dawned in their eyes, followed quickly by confusion. I knew what they saw - a pretty young woman in designer clothes, looking decidedly out of place in this gritty warehouse. But I was done playing nice.
"Get those cigarettes out of here right now," I snapped, my voice low and dangerous. "T
