He seemed to be a long-term resident of the city because he knew exactly where he w
ave you liv
y life
am
he restaurants were located beneath my apartment. There was a small road for cars, but only taxis pull
in with the host and asked for a table outside. The second we sat down, he lit up a cigar and ble
red me
out a pack of cigarettes. I lit up and felt the
ld his cigar between his fingertips
couple y
rned the cigar to his mouth and pulled in a
irk wi
p again once
ted, and he gave a slig
ays been
heir poison. No
to live to see mi
ed, only a person every now and then,
t worry a
ave his mouth befor
hy
spotted the waitress in the window, he waved her over. "I'
y drink, an
hadn't left my mind. "W
his fingertips, and the strength of his sta
e'd met just a few hours ago and I wasn't entitl
hit his face, and when he chuckled,
like they
hey kn
u aren'
are more than cops and bandits. The food we
you fit in t
she returned to the warmth inside the restaurant. He glanced out at the darkness and
rt and replaced them with fakes because they sold the originals on the black market for a pretty penny. There were men out there with real van Goghs, da Vincis, and M
mouth and let it float on the cool air. "An
w s
ig house and drive a nice car. But not you. You're an idealist, a woman of grea
take Adrien back, that it was a one-time mistake and I should fight for the marria
und with that asshole.
ake, I was fu
command. "And that's what matters. You reached for that wine bottle with every intention to kill-and you swung." H
to the front door, painted green with two trees in planters on either side. It required a code to come and go
like he had no intention of coming inside.
it the second things got rough. Another aspect of poverty tha
ur." He turned away, the pathway
sti
dark, the sexiest man ever to have set foot on this road. One look at
want to let him go. Didn't want him to slip away in the night and disappear like a phantom that was never real in the first place. H
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