He paused for a moment before continuing. "A thirty day trip. Where he ate nothing, but bread and sausage. He always joked. Saying, that it was his last taste of Sicily."
I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself tightly. Listening attentively as he talked with admiration about a man who always seem to avoid prison.
Who, allegedly is responsible for over two hundred murders. Dated over a thirty year span. From the moment he got here, but he has yet to spend one day behind bars.
Abruptly, the doors opened, breaking the spell. A tall, lean man with a square jaw in a black suit walks in. Mortified by the intrusion into our privacy, I scrambled the covers off the bed, wrapping it around me.
"Mr Salvador said too remind you, that charity dinner starts promptly at nine and that he expects you to be on time."
They stared at each other for an endless moment, before he turned on his heels walking out.
"Who is that?" I asked. As soon as the door was closed.
"Jack. My father's body guard. Making notes, Ms Cornway?"
I laugh and shake my head. "No, Mr Stone, but whatever else you are, you are always a surprise."
Looking at him up and down. Remembering the scene in the corridor. Looking at a man who will soon bleed power and command an infamous empire. A man who could snap his fingers and have any woman he wants. But still he chooses me. A stranger online. It's a bewildering realization, but also very flattering.