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BENTLEY'S POVEnzo's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in, clearly eager to hear more about the colorful characters that frequented my bar. "So, what about drunk women? I imagine they must have their own share of antics."I nodded enthusiastically, a grin spreading across my face. "Oh, absolutely. Drunk women can be just as entertaining, if not more so, than their male counterparts."I paused for dramatic effect before launching into another round of storytelling. "Okay, picture this: it's ladies' night at the bar, and a group of friends comes in, ready to let loose and have a good time. One of them, let's call her Becky, decides she's going to be the life of the party."Enzo leaned in closer, clearly intrigued. "And what does Becky do to earn that title?""Well, let's just say Becky had one too many cocktails and suddenly thought she was a professional dancer," I explained, my laughter bubbling up at the memory. "She hops up on the nearest table and starts busting out moves l
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BENTLEY'S POVOur laughter subsided, but the air was still filled with amusement as I continued recounting tales of drunk women at my bar."And then there was the time a group of women decided they were going to reenact scenes from their favorite rom-coms," I recounted, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. "I'm talking about dramatic declarations of love, impromptu dance routines, and even a few attempts at 'the lift' from 'Dirty Dancing.' Let's just say it didn't end well."Enzo grinned, clearly entertained by the mental image. "Sounds like quite the adventure."as our conversation delved deeper into the realm of drunk women at my bar, i felt a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle undercurrent of melancholy beneath the laughter and lighthearted banter. enzo's expression mirrored my own, his gaze thoughtful as he listened intently."and then there are the times when drunk women come into the bar with hearts heavy with sorrow," i began, my tone softer now, tinged with empathy. "lik
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BENTLEY'S POV"Even in the darkest of times, there is light," Enzo said gently, his voice a beacon of reassurance in the dimly lit café. "And you, Bentley, you are a source of light for those who need it most."His words washed over me like a soothing balm, filling me with a renewed sense of purpose. In that moment, amidst the weight of the world's sorrows, I found solace in the simple act of sharing stories and offering comfort to a kindred spirit.As Enzo and I delved deeper into the emotional undercurrents of running a bar, I found myself recounting one of the most harrowing experiences I had ever faced."It was a night like any other," I began, my voice trembling slightly as I recalled the painful memory. "A woman burst through the doors, her eyes wild with anguish, her screams tearing through the air like shards of glass."Enzo's brow furrowed in concern as he listened intently, his gaze unwavering."She caught her husband in the act, tangled in the arms of another woman right th
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BENTLEY'S POV"I know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But in her pain, she needed someone to blame, someone to lash out at. And I happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."We sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the woman's accusations hanging heavy between us."I'm sorry you had to go through that," Enzo said softly, his voice a soothing balm to my wounded soul."Thank you," I replied, a tear slipping down my cheek. "It was one of the darkest moments of my life, but it also taught me the power of empathy and forgiveness."Enzo reached out, his hand finding mine in a gesture of solidarity. "You're stronger than you know, Bentley. And you have a heart of gold."As I recounted the chaotic scene to Enzo, a mischievous glint danced in my eyes as I embellished the tale with a touch of humor."So there I was, dodging punches left and right like a prizefighter in the ring," I said, mimicking the exaggerated bobbing and weaving of a boxer. "But let me tell you
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BENTLEY'S POVAs the laughter subsided and a moment of clarity washed over me, a nagging thought crept into my mind like a whisper of unease. Something didn't quite add up. Enzo's presence here, away from his duties as my best friend Accalia's bodyguard, felt too coincidental to be mere chance."Enzo," I began, my voice laced with concern, "is everything okay with Accalia and her husband?"Enzo's demeanor shifted imperceptibly, a flicker of hesitation crossing his features before he regained his composure. But his avoidance of my gaze spoke volumes, a telltale sign that all was not as it seemed."Of course, Bentley," he replied, his voice steady but lacking the usual conviction. "Everything is fine. Accalia and her husband are doing well."I studied his face intently, searching for any hint of deception. But Enzo was a master of his craft, his expression a mask of professionalism and stoicism."Are you sure?" I pressed, unable to shake the feeling of doubt gnawing at the edges of my m
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BENTLEY'S POVEnzo's words hung heavy in the air, a suffocating blanket of despair that threatened to crush me beneath its weight."We lost communication with them," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "They were on their way to Seychelles, but...somewhere over the ocean, we lost them."The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs and leaving me reeling with disbelief. Accalia and her husband, lost at sea—how could such a tragedy be possible?Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision as the full weight of the news settled over me like a suffocating fog. "No," I whispered, the word barely a breath as it escaped my lips. "It can't be true."Enzo reached out, his hand hovering uncertainly over mine, as if unsure of how to offer comfort in the face of such devastation. "I'm so sorry, Bentley," he said, his voice thick with sorrow. "We're doing everything we can to find them, but...it's been hours, and there's been no sign of them."I shook my head
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BENTLEY'S POV"I can't... I can't believe this," I murmured, tears streaming down my cheeks unchecked. "They were supposed to be on vacation, enjoying their time together. How could this happen?"Enzo's grip on my hand tightened, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't know, Bentley. I don't know."Tears blurred my vision as grief engulfed me, consuming every fiber of my being. Enzo's comforting presence was the only anchor keeping me tethered to reality amidst the storm of emotions raging inside me.But just as I felt the first tendrils of despair begin to loosen their grip, a sudden commotion shattered the fragile peace of the café. I looked up through tear-streaked eyes to see a woman—Max's mom, Clarissa—storming into the café with an air of righteous indignation.Before I could even process what was happening, she was standing before me, her expression twisted with anger and contempt. Without a word, she reached out and snatched my untouched latte from the table, her m
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BENTLEY'S POVTears welled up in my eyes, a tidal wave of emotions crashing over me with relentless force. "Why do you hate Accalia so much?" I cried, the anguish in my voice echoing through the café. "She's done nothing but try to be a good daughter to you."Clarissa's face contorted with rage, her hand raised as if to strike me. But before she could make contact, her hand was suddenly held back by an unseen force.I turned, my heart pounding in my chest, to see a shadowy figure looming behind Clarissa, his presence both comforting and intimidating in equal measure. Who was this mysterious savior, and what did he want?The tension in the air was palpable as Clarissa struggled against the unseen restraint, her eyes blazing with fury. "Let go of me!" she spat, her voice a venomous hiss.“Luca!???”As Enzo's voice rang out in surprise, I turned to see the figure step forward, revealing himself to be none other than Luca—another one of Accalia's bodyguards. My heart skipped a beat at the
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