14 - Dominic.

I find Fabiola back at the bar, chatting casually with Earl. I check the time on my phone as I approach them; it’s been just over ten minutes. That means we have barely enough time to get out of here and up to Donnie’s room. If we’re late…well, you don’t wanna be late for Donnie Esposito.

“Was he a gentleman?” I tease as I come up beside my angel and take her by the hand. So warm…such soft skin.

“It was hard,” he chuckles. “But I kept it together out of respect for you, Dominic.”

“You’re good people, Earl.” I lean close to Fabiola and whisper in her ear, “Come on, we have to go to his room now.”

I feel the tension in her body as I lead her away from the party down the hall, past the guards who have clearly been told to let us pass.

“Are you seriously not going to tell me what’s going on?” she hisses under her breath. Part of me feels terrible keeping my plan from her, but the rest of me knows it’s the only way this will work.

If I tell her, she’ll try to convince me to figure somethin