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Authors: Serenity King, Pepper Pace, Aliyah Burke, Erosa Knowles, Latrivia Nelson, Tianna Laveen, Bridget Midway, Yvette Hines
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as if insulted. He drew his hand away. The elevator continued to descend from the forty first floor.
“I rather not. Forget. But I will never speak of it,” he replied.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. An older distinguished couple stepped on. To his disappointment Kyra stepped away from him and allowed the couple to fill the space. Had he made a mistake by turning her down without explaining himself? Her shift in attitude indicated so. Renaldo accepted it as another consequence of his job. The elevator arrived on the lobby floor and Kyra was out the door before he could step ahead to walk with her.
“Excuse me,” he said to the couple and pushed past them. He walked fast to catch Kyra. But his beauty walked faster. She breezed out of the turning doors to the front of the hotel and he was lost in the spin cycle of the glass doors before he could exit as well. When he did breech the turning contraption he lost sight of her. And then he saw her rush to an open door of a cab. Renaldo wanted to stop her, remind her she had a driver he could summon. But she was gone. He cursed himself.
How often did he meet any woman that sparked that kind of curiosity in him? Not often enough. He reasoned it was all for the best. As he walked back in through the door of the lobby he pushed all thoughts of Kyra from his mind. He arrived on the floor he shared and guarded with the Battaglia women. “Tutto bene?” he asked Peppino.
“The women are in for the night. No trouble.”
“I’ll be down the hall if needed.” Renaldo continued to his room. The only reason he was dispatched on this trip instead of just the men was the lingering effects of war between the `Ndrangheta and the Camorra . Giovanni took every precaution to ensure no one tried to make a move on the family.
He dropped his key card in the slot and entered his suite. The cold silence greeted him. And again he bemoaned the missed opportunity to have a night guest.
He picked up the phone and dialed home.
“Pronto?” Dominic answered.
“No issue. We are in for the evening.”
“I know this. Catalina called before you.”
“Apologies, Boss. I had to secure the place. Do you want me to deliver the message to Signor Tate tomorrow? The one from Giovanni?” Renaldo asked. “He has asked for a meeting with Giovanni.”
“No meeting. I will place a call to him to address his concerns.”
“Bene,” Renaldo replied.
“Observe him the next couple of days. I’ve decided to allow Catalina to extend the trip. She wants to interview employees for the new office.”
“Sì.”
“I expect a call in the morning,” said Dominic.
“Sì.”
The line disconnected. Renaldo released the tight breath he held. He shed his coat and then his sports jacket and tossed it to the chair. He sniffed his hand. Kyra’s scent lingered there. He decided the first thing he had to do was take that cold shower.
Chapter Four
The Break Down - Rallenti
“Turn the car around!” Kyra shouted.
A Middle Eastern cab driver with a turban flipped his gaze up to the rearview mirror. They were now locked in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Her request wasn’t only odd but implausible. Champagne and wine fizzled in her veins and dulled her rational thought. She should go home, lick her wounds and think over her next move. Instead she needed the opposite.
“I want to go back to the Waldorf,” she clarified.
“It’s your dime, lady.” The cabbie veered out of the lane and hit a sharp right turn so fast she was nearly slung to the other side of the car.
Kyra laughed. “Wow! Slow down!”
A bit giddy, she couldn’t help but find the humor in the driver’s dramatic maneuvers. It reminded her of those movie scenes when a person jumped in a New York cab and the driver was ordered to give pursuit of another car. In the past her mother often called her a drama magnet. Whenever and wherever drama could be found Kyra was the first in line. Kyra’s smile faded when she thought
“I rather not. Forget. But I will never speak of it,” he replied.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. An older distinguished couple stepped on. To his disappointment Kyra stepped away from him and allowed the couple to fill the space. Had he made a mistake by turning her down without explaining himself? Her shift in attitude indicated so. Renaldo accepted it as another consequence of his job. The elevator arrived on the lobby floor and Kyra was out the door before he could step ahead to walk with her.
“Excuse me,” he said to the couple and pushed past them. He walked fast to catch Kyra. But his beauty walked faster. She breezed out of the turning doors to the front of the hotel and he was lost in the spin cycle of the glass doors before he could exit as well. When he did breech the turning contraption he lost sight of her. And then he saw her rush to an open door of a cab. Renaldo wanted to stop her, remind her she had a driver he could summon. But she was gone. He cursed himself.
How often did he meet any woman that sparked that kind of curiosity in him? Not often enough. He reasoned it was all for the best. As he walked back in through the door of the lobby he pushed all thoughts of Kyra from his mind. He arrived on the floor he shared and guarded with the Battaglia women. “Tutto bene?” he asked Peppino.
“The women are in for the night. No trouble.”
“I’ll be down the hall if needed.” Renaldo continued to his room. The only reason he was dispatched on this trip instead of just the men was the lingering effects of war between the `Ndrangheta and the Camorra . Giovanni took every precaution to ensure no one tried to make a move on the family.
He dropped his key card in the slot and entered his suite. The cold silence greeted him. And again he bemoaned the missed opportunity to have a night guest.
He picked up the phone and dialed home.
“Pronto?” Dominic answered.
“No issue. We are in for the evening.”
“I know this. Catalina called before you.”
“Apologies, Boss. I had to secure the place. Do you want me to deliver the message to Signor Tate tomorrow? The one from Giovanni?” Renaldo asked. “He has asked for a meeting with Giovanni.”
“No meeting. I will place a call to him to address his concerns.”
“Bene,” Renaldo replied.
“Observe him the next couple of days. I’ve decided to allow Catalina to extend the trip. She wants to interview employees for the new office.”
“Sì.”
“I expect a call in the morning,” said Dominic.
“Sì.”
The line disconnected. Renaldo released the tight breath he held. He shed his coat and then his sports jacket and tossed it to the chair. He sniffed his hand. Kyra’s scent lingered there. He decided the first thing he had to do was take that cold shower.
Chapter Four
The Break Down - Rallenti
“Turn the car around!” Kyra shouted.
A Middle Eastern cab driver with a turban flipped his gaze up to the rearview mirror. They were now locked in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Her request wasn’t only odd but implausible. Champagne and wine fizzled in her veins and dulled her rational thought. She should go home, lick her wounds and think over her next move. Instead she needed the opposite.
“I want to go back to the Waldorf,” she clarified.
“It’s your dime, lady.” The cabbie veered out of the lane and hit a sharp right turn so fast she was nearly slung to the other side of the car.
Kyra laughed. “Wow! Slow down!”
A bit giddy, she couldn’t help but find the humor in the driver’s dramatic maneuvers. It reminded her of those movie scenes when a person jumped in a New York cab and the driver was ordered to give pursuit of another car. In the past her mother often called her a drama magnet. Whenever and wherever drama could be found Kyra was the first in line. Kyra’s smile faded when she thought
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