WALTZED AT THE WAKE

"Uhhh, I don’t know; maybe he sat on the wrong table. Have your seat, beautiful?" Torillio replied, drawing out a chair for her.

"I don’t know, but I felt like I knew him from somewhere; it was so clear, just that the person doesn’t use eye patches," Vanessa insisted.

She took her seat and ordered another drink. "Can you ever stop vaping, smoking, and the like? It’s bad for your health," Vanesa reacted.

"How about you come into my life and help me?" he responded with a broad smile. Toirllio stretched his hands across the table and touched hers.

"Pretty woman, what do you want from Torllio? I know it’s beyond condolences," Torillio said, lifting up her hands from the table and kissing them.

"Let me guess: you want me to make Brandon pay for kidnapping you or because of your post, the one I gave to Alianna?" Torillio uttered lightly.

"It’s complicated; I don’t want blood on my hands; I will just let Brandon go. To be honest, I was disheartened when I knew she was your
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