Adriano smiles. “I’ll try and keep my thoughts down.”
I wait until Emile and Salvatore have disappeared into the club before I turn on my feed. I togglebetween Salvatore’s perspective and Emile’s.
But at the moment, there’s nothing much to see.
Just a lot of pulsing lights, sweaty bodies, and drunken conversations raging around them as they walkthrough the club.
It takes almost half an hour before they get a visual on Charlotte.
She’s sitting in one of the VIP booths, wearing a black leather mini skirt and a sequined halter top thatreveals way too much f*****g cleavage.
I ignore how my c**k jumps at the sight.
Emile and Salvatore pick a booth opposite her. The screen is annoyingly small, but at least I haveeyes on her now.
She’s sitting next to a
