Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
I can't even think. It's only been a day and I'm already reminding myself of Elodie.
Her touch, her squirming, the sounds she made last night. I can't even concentrate properly whilst doing my job.
I can still taste her on my lips. Fuck me.
"Hey! We've got a lead. We have a lead."
Harry's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. Some of my mafia men and women immediately start to scurry over to his desk, taking a look at what he has found. I get up off my chair and walk over to his table. When Harry says he has a lead, he has a fucking lead.
I'd left the bedroom not too long after Elodie did, and I caught her talking to her friends about what happened between us as I was heading up for the office. The way she squirmed at my stare made me never want to take my fucking eyes off her and watch her reaction for hours.
Fuck, focus Harlow.
I shake my head and walk up to Harry's laptop, leaning down to take a look. "What is it?"
He points over to the email he uncovered, sent from Luciano's computer. 'Two months. As many men as you can get me. Manor. 8 pm.' The email read in Italian. Two months. December? January? Either one of those, but my guess is December. If it's in two months, he's definitely planning something big. Getting this message out now proves his preparation.
"Aquién le envió el correo electrónico?" I ask him, scanning the screen with my eyes and noticing an attachment on the email, to whom it was sent. Harry clicks the button, revealing at least two dozen names listed. (Translation: Who did he send this to?)
These names I didn't necessarily recognise. They seem familiar, but not too important. I recognise a handful instantly to be his men, but others not so much. New men, perhaps?
"Averigüe las respuestas al correo electrónico, avíseme tan pronto como las reciba." I tell Harry, and he nods, getting straight to typing off on the keyboard. (Translation: Find out the responses to the email, let me know as soon as you receive them.)
I turn to the other men and women in the office. "All of you, on this. Find out any other emails he may have sent. Get as much of it down and call me up as soon as you find anything. Got it?" The room filled with replies, everyone nodding and getting right back to their desks.
Two months. As many men as he can get. His manor, I'm guessing, and 8 pm. Two months isn't enough. I need the exact date. Otherwise, it can be anywhere between the end of December, and the start of January, and we can't be unprepared, we never are. This email was only just sent maybe a couple of days ago, so it's got to be around that time. It's not like they'd ever try to attack us here at the house, they wouldn't be able to get past the entrance to our land, it's highly secured with cameras, guards, gates, everything. And there isn't an exact address, so finding this place would be almost impossible.
