Adriano

“Sir,” Matteo called, dragging me from the dark tangle of my thoughts.

I looked up from the papers on my desk. My hands moved to take off my reading glasses, and I set them down carefully on the desk.

“What is it, Matteo?” I asked. My voice sounded tired. I had been feeling tired for weeks now.

“It’s about the information you wanted,” he said. His voice was quiet. “We found something about those two people.”

A cold smile came to my face. Finally. Maybe now I could end this mess. Maybe now I could get her out of my head. No matter what I did; Work. Women. Even...