Chapter Thirteen

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The water was cold as Amara got into the pool. She spent the entire searching the house and guards sat at every entrance. There was no escape.

There was clothes left for her and a bathing suit was apart of the collection and she decided to spend her time swimming in the warm sun.

She felt like this moment was the first time in a while that she got to relax, the sun blazing onto her skin and the cold water surrounding her.

She had not spoken to Luca since this morning. She knew he was in his office, for the door was closed and she could hear him yelling inside.

What she didn't understand was why he was with her and why she was living in a mansion on the beach. What game are the Italians playing?

The sound of the sliding door made her snap out of her thoughts. Luca stood there with his bathing suit shorts and a towel in his hand, frozen in place as he realized who was swimming in the pool.

"Don't worry, I'm getting out." She said harshly, jumping out of the pool.

His eyes were trailed on the way the water made it's way down her body and he cleared his throat as she grabbed the towel on the table beside him.

"Enjoy your swim." She said, pushing past him.

The air was cold as she went inside, the air conditioning hitting her wet skin. She wrapped the towel around her and went to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge.

She wouldn't lie, she enjoyed having a break from all the mafia business but she wanted to go back, complete missions, hang out with her friends.

She just couldn't stop thinking about why she was here. Something was definitely off and she was going to figure out what it was.

She watched as Luca swam around in the water, his strong muscles flexing as he moved around in the water.

She took this time to sneak into his office, going through his papers on his desk.

"Come on, somethings gotta be in here" She said to herself, pulling the drawers open and closing them.

There was nothing. Nothing claiming as to why she was here.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped her out of her deep thought.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

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