GINEVRA
I had slid on a black, spaghetti strapped dress which hugged my body, outlining all my curves, my nipples poking through the excuse of a dress since I was completely bare underneath.
As we drove to one of my clubs, I and Abyss had conversed more deeply, with me giving them more detailed information on everything that had happened long before their arrival, and details of things which were programmed to occur in the nearest future.
“We heard your underboss informing you of the gifts which were sent by a particular somebody,” Dominico wriggled his brows. “Who’s the lover boy?”
“Ricardo Sanchez.” I blurted.
Eyes widened. Raul leaned forward. “Ricardo Sanchez? The Ghost?”
My response was a hum.
“How is it even possible that you’re in a relationship with an enemy of yours? We all partook of the negative effects the war you both stirred up had caused, and now—”