𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

8.

One week had passed.

Only 55 more.

One week had passed since I signed the contract.

One week had passed since my personal stuff and other new things were inside my room. Including several boxes of my pill. Including a new cell phone where, with the help of Ítalo, I had to send Amy a message saying that I was going to be away for some time due to work but that I would visit her as soon as I could. 

Where I had to send an email to my boss asking to freeze my position because I needed to rest from work. The first few days were very difficult, now they are just difficult. I had a lot of lack of motivation and I never wanted to get out of bed because I was stuck with negative thoughts about the contract I signed and the work I have to do.

One week had passed since my training started. Alessandro has been teaching self-defense and shooting classes. My body became sore and nothing else, I barely had the strength to climb the stairs to my room.

Despite Alessandro being the same age as me, he is a clueless immature that I have learned to enjoy, just a little, being with. Despite the amount of push-ups he makes me do, he's a good trainer for letting me take cigarette breaks. Sometimes Giovanni joins the class to give advice on how I should move or simply to keep us company while we smoke a cigarette. 

One week had passed where I tried to go to the workshop as many times as possible to keep Romeo company.

One week had passed and I only see Nicola Ricci in the daily meetings we have. Which is good, because if he pisses me off in every meeting I don't even want to imagine if I had to coexist with him all the hours of the day.

This week, I learned that Amo and Giovanni, despite being twins, are quite different. They are from a very important family in the mafia and, while Amo wanted to be away from this business and tried to be someone in life, Giovanni took the best that the Italian mafia gives him. Spending money on strip clubs is the best thing to do because he is the owner of several and a partner of all those that Nicola owns. 

While Amo, after killing a teacher for failing him without reason, was forced to stay in the business as account manager, lawyer and doing all the jobs that involves politics.

I leave my room to go get something to eat before today's meeting and when I walk into the kitchen I go straight to the fridge to drink a yogurt and get some cheese to make my sandwich. Before I can continue making my snack, Nicola walks into the kitchen dressed in running black shorts and a black t-shirt that give a glimpse of his muscles. 

His dark skin and hair were completely sweaty and - I don't know if it's the urgent need to sleep with someone - but seeing him like this left me with a warm feeling in my throat.

"Good afternoon" he says passing by me and opening the fridge, leaving an aroma of sweat and perfume that smelled of elegance and heat, of sea and forest. He's in a good mood. "How has the part of your mission been going?"

One week had passed with me working towards my first assignment. A man named Michael Evans is the target and the New York Winter Ball organized by him is the venue. 

My work was quickly done and with Ítalo's help I was able to find good information about his life, his businesses and his various homes around the world.

"Fine" I replied dryly needing to drink 1 liter of water all of a sudden. And urgently needing to get these feelings out of my head.

"Great" he says taking two yogurts with him "See you at the meeting" and with that he winked at me. Did he wink at me? What the fuck just happened? What's happening to me?