I’m all about women empowerment, respecting and supporting other women but why is it that I find it so hard to let go of Basil? He clouds my judgement, makes me let my guard down, makes me feel comfortable under my skin but he doesn’t know who I am, I really am. I was raised to be self-sufficient, to be brutal. I was raised to be the head of a mafia gang but here I am getting butterflies when Basil showers me with the slightest attention or holds my hands or kisses me. Maybe it’s time I tried to go back to my roots, stop being soft as the people working against me won’t put that into consideration when they come after me. My phone chimed, I’ve got information you might need. Barry texted. I took my suit jacket and walked out, as I set foot outside my door Basil walked in pulling me back in
