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Arsen
I head up the elevator to the apartment, holding a couple of wine bottles under one arm. I’m in a good mood. One of the mid-level, Salvadorian dealers has been quite chatty while under duress. I’m hunting that piece of s**t Arturo to the ground, burning every place he could be hiding.
I think within this week I’ll have him in hand. That fact makes me smile.
It also makes me realize that I’ve been home very little this whole week. Which in turn make me homesick. Actually, it just makes me long for Fiore’s touch.
The apartment itself, I could do without. It’s just to please Fiore if I’m honest with myself.
And that is what I’m about to do… please Fiore, in a different way. I can imagine her breathy sighs of pleasure, as I nod to the guard at the front door.
Inside, I can’t fi
