The plan

With his hands sitting deep in the pockets, Silvio leaned back against the glass door of his office balcony as he puffed on a rolled-up stiff of treasure luxury. He leaned his head back against the glass door and stared up at the night sky.

It's like no matter how hard he tried, he did, she was imprinted in his mind like a god-forbidden sin. He closed his eyes, and inhaled the cool breeze of night, melting his insides. Her whiskey brown eyes flashed before his eyes as he groaned.

"We need to leave in an hour." 

Silvio tilted his head to the side to see man with short black hair and brown mocha eyes starring at him. 

"Hmm," Silvio hummed before taking another puff. 

He heard Dante sigh.

"Silas would be there." Dante reminded him and Silvio unconsciously nodded his head. Dante stood there, looking at Silvio. He couldn't help but saw fragments of