With his hands sitting deep in the pockets, Silvio leaned back against the glass door of his office balcony as he puffed on a rolled-up stiff of treasure luxury. He leaned his head back against the glass door and stared up at the night sky.

It's like no matter how hard he tried, he did, she was imprinted in his mind like a god-forbidden sin. He closed his eyes, and inhaled the cool breeze of night, melting his insides. Her whiskey brown eyes flashed before his eyes as he groaned.

"We need to leave in an hour." 

Silvio tilted his head to the side to see man with short black...