A Piece of the Puzzle

Ferrara

When the penthouse doors slid open before I could push the button,

I reached for my back pocket, wrapping my palm around the cold barrel of my gun, alarm bells going off in my senses.

But just as I started to pull out the device, the doors opened fully, bringing to view the one who wasn't supposed to be in my house by this time,

Carlos, my consigliere.

And judging by his expression, there was no room for negotiation about whether I was going to let him say his mind.

With both hands in his pockets, he muttered,

"We need to talk, Ferrara. In private."

Fucking interesting.

***

"Make it snappy, what is it that couldn't wait till end of work?"

Minutes later, we were in my study, which radiated warmth with memories of the time I had spent with Katya, resonating all over the atmosphere.

Her sweet fragrance still lingered here from last night, when she had come to fetch me for bed, and we had ended up making out, almost losing control.

Fucking hell, I hadn't experienced this level o