Old flame

In an undisclosed location, Sylvia was roughly pushed onto the floor in front of John.

"Ahh.." she cried out before glaring at the man sitting in front of her with a smug smirk.

"What the hell John? What is the meaning of this?" she demanded angrily.

John roughly pinched her cheeks with his fingers and pulled her face closer to his.

"You are losing your touch, Sylvia" he commented before roughly pushing her away. She fell back on her butt and glared at him.

"What do you mean?" she demanded and touched her abused cheeks with her fingers.

John leaned back in his seat and spread his arms to the sides and made himself comfortable.

"Remember the days when you used to entertain me and how much I used to love it. In fact, you were one among the very few women who held my attention for more than a week. But sadly, you failed to impress Kairo Bianchi" he explained.

Sylvia looked away from his mocking gaze. He is right. She failed to impress the Italian mob boss. And now he is married.

"I was