20.

RICARDO

“Boss?” My driver for the night, Antonio called, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Do you need me to get the manager?” he asked, meeting my gaze through the mirror.

I sighed and took a drag of the cigarette between my fingers before dragging my eyes out of the window and towards the club.

The driver cleared his throat awkwardly, the same feeling I felt as I watched. For what exactly?

Her.

I didn’t even know what I was doing here or when I gave the order to be driven here. The car was already parked behind the club when I realized what I had done, and it was too late.

Now, I was struggling with whether to go in and demand to see her or go back to the house. She had me going crazy and I had no control over the yearning I felt to see her dance for me again.

It was crazy how I was letting her cloud my thoughts. It was easier to push her to the back of my mind after the first visit but after the recent one, those blue eyes and hair, the colour of flames, kept intruding into my thoug