As we approach the Underboss’s large residence, we can see the variety of vehicles, indicating the meeting.
We draw near the gate and, as soon as we lower the window and are recognized, the soldier lets us through, stammering a good evening. In the distance, we see the soldiers communicating in desperation, which indicates that we are not expected.
As soon as I step into the hall, a figure catches my attention. She is dressed entirely in red and has the firmest body and the most generous curves I could have imagined seeing tonight. Her small stature only makes her more enticing. And savoring every nuance, I notice Sartori’s fingers pressing lightly at her side, his nails sinking into flesh that looks soft.
The one in Sartori’s arms is not my fiancée. He would not toy with the skin of he
