e

r. I knelt on the icy tiles to retrieve the diamond, leaving t

from the depths of the closet and began to

as a secure video message from Sasha-a trusted A

the deep shadows of a booth inside

e of intoxication. His tie hung loose, his collar unbuttoned, while his Capos

his side, her gaze fixed upon him w

cross the table; they were engaged in

s narrowing at the result. He

ntimate gesture with a woman present. Tonight, the

ists against the table, r

pasta from a shared plate. Placing one end

ephone in my hand began

ll, at once switc

ian ordered, his voice slurr

I replied, my tone

e growled. "You are my

pathetic thing,

eaker, the only sound was the heavy

, his voice dropping a full octave, sudd

pressed the red button

e later, Sasha se

arkened telephone screen. His handsome features were

evice, shattering it into pieces

on the dark booth. He had seen Sasha holding her te

he booth by the lapels of her jacket. He sho

ding," he b

e nape of her neck, jerking her flush against hi

pure spite. Isabella eagerly wrapped her ar

drew out their own telep

oured her mouth for what fe

ectly into the lens of Sasha's camera. A m

eneath my ribs, it felt as though someone had packed a great mass of wet cotton

he digital calendar gl

the day I had bled out on a filthy warehouse

d it shut. The sound was quiet, unremarkable-the closing of