♖♢Chapter 2♖♢

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This place is torture

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This place is torture. That's all I thought as I walked past the sweaty drunk people. I passed stupid couples making out all over the place, some even going right at it in the middle of the bar.

Disgusting.

"Ales! Where you going." Ace my right hand man and closest friend yelled out.

"Drink." I say and continue walking towards the bar.

The bartender, Ryan, was standing there talking to a lady who looked exhausted. She had a short black dress and her long black hair was free on her back.

"A shot." I say to him as I approach them.

He nods and leaves to get my drink. I feel my phone vibrating once again and pick it up.

"Capo. There was a leak in the system, out hackers a trying their best to find out who did this but there's no luck so far."

I take a breath in and tell him to continue later then hang up. I notice the lady next to me staring at me intently.

"Ma'am could you stop looking at me." I say looking straight at her.

She's pretty, beautiful in fact. I've never paid much attention to women but I can say she's one of the most beautiful women I've seen.

I observe her features as she looks at me in a daze. I pray to God she not one of those women.

"Huh? Oh- uh me?" She said flustered.

I take a step closer examining her.

"Yes, you."

"I was NOT looking at you!" She says like it's the most displeasing thing she's been accused of.

"Really?"

"Yes really." She insists repulsed.

She doesn't seem like she could be any harm but just by looking at her I could tell she's annoying company.

My phone rings just as Ryan comes back with my drink.

I thank him and drink everything quickly.

The woman talks to Ryan, who looks absolutely sick of her, as I pull out my phone responding to the important messages I received.

"Ales!" Ryan calls out. We're pretty close friends and have known each other for long. He's familiar with me as we're practically brothers but no one would dare call me in such a disrespectful manner much less a nickname.

"Ales this is Sofia, Sofia this is Alessandro. Talk to him and leave me alone." Ryan leaves after the introduction I have no interest in. I look at the lady, Sofia, who's staring at me expectantly. Not interested in conversing I look back at my phone.

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