"I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you."
----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap...
"You know what I hate about you?" His minty breath fanning my face. He placed his hands on the wall right beside my head. His eyes dance a lot of emotions I couldn't decipher as his gaze moved from my eyes down to my lips. Gulp. "W-What?" I breathed nervously. "You reminded me of her," he whispered into my ear, "and...