Sandra
This time I didn't even try calling him first.
Now, standing at the front door of Club Red, I step past the doorman with a nod in his direction. After the conversation I'd had with Rico about how only club members are allowed in, I fully expect the doorman to try to stop me.
But he doesn't.
So I walk into the club with my head held high. The music throbs deep in my bones, and I take in the usual sights, this time without slowing down or hesitating for even a second. Though there are plenty of interesting activities happening, I have one mission in mind.
I'm here to find Rico and finally tell him how I feel.
I like the man. As cold and cruel and awful and savage as he can be in business, he has a soft spot toward me and I trust him. I have no doubt that he wouldn't do anything
