For the next three days,she ignores my calls. My days get longer. My mood lower. Even visiting Serafina doesn’t hold the same interest.
I’ve gone days without my fix.
I scroll through the number of missed calls. Clearly, she’s given up on humouring me. The thought is a kick to the gut, so I open the text thread instead, typing out a message for her to disregard.
Me
You’re ignoring me.
Vanessa
Go away.
Me
What are you scared of?
Vanessa
My lawyers found a way to break the contract. We’re done, Mancini. Live your life, I’ll live mine.
She’s bluffing. If they had, I’d have heard by now.
Me
Like I said when you left, you can’t run from this. We’re linked, for better or for worse.
Vanessa
Not for much longer.
Me
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Vanessa
You sound like a child.
Me
Just a realist.
Vanessa
Whatever.
“Thanks.”I shake the bar manager’s hand before turning away. “Good work. You know who to call if you need anything else.”
“Will do. Have a nice day, Miss Volkov,” the man calls out as I exit his office, heading back to the main section of the bar where I left Anastasia.
She’s leaning against a wall, halfway to the mouth of the main part, and watches me approach with an expression suggesting she has something on her mind.
“Just say it,” I grumble.
“Are you okay?”
I stop in front of her. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
