Sophia
The soft hum of the air conditioning was the only sound in the room as I paced restlessly back and forth. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn tight, keeping the late evening light from creeping in, casting the room in a dim, shadowy glow. The clock on the nightstand read 10:07 PM, and I knew Vince was working late in his office. He had been on phone calls going back and forth as he tried to contain whatever chaos had been unleashed within his criminal empire. I should’ve been glad he wasn’t here. It gave me time to think—or rather, to stop thinking.
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