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The cringing emoji appeared on the screen.Let’s not talk about it, but I’ll set an appointment up as soon as I get home tomorrow.

Another yawn came.Love you! Be safe.

I will, and you can tell me about your dream in person. Let’s do a slumber party night.

I giggled and sent back a heart emoji. We were two grown women who still had sleep overs here and there at each other’s houses. We would get ice cream and make sundaes and I’d let Nora pick a show from her DVD collection that we’d binge and sit up to watch all night.

One more biting yawn hit me and made my eyes water. Plugging up my phone to charge, I rolled over. Worry washed over me that I’d have another dream like the one before.

Another reason I didn’t like dreaming so hard was because my dreams spoke to me. They were always trying to tell me something if I listened.

The thing was, I didn’t want to know anything about Agent Matteo Zacharra.

I just wanted his ass to stay out of my waking life and my dreams.

Chapter 5

Matteo

Surveillance was an absolute bitch when you had to do it with someone who didn’t fucking like you. Flipping the ball cap around backwards, I got as comfortable as I possibly could on the roof across from Genki.

From just some of the intel that had been gathered over the last few years, I knew this was a popular Ito family location to hang out and do business transactions. That, however, was all that had been said.

Pointing the camera and the extended lens, something buzzed in my ear, and I knew it was Jason fucking around on the mic system.

“What are you doing?” My question was pointed.

Mentally, I knew he was rolling his eyes, but he responded. “My legs are getting cramped, have you seen anything yet?”

Jason was literally sitting in the SUV parked down the street, while I did the heavy ass lifting. I’d been on this rooftop for well over three hours waiting and taking pictures. A few associates had entered but that’d been just about it.

“Not yet,” I replied.

Ducking my head down, I took a sip of water. My mouth had gone dry and the water tasted good as it slid down my throat. Surprisingly, I hadn’t needed to pee.

“Heads up,” Jason said on the mic.

“What?”

“Three cars approaching from the west side,” he replied, and I guessed he could see from his vantage point.

Maneuvering the camera around, my palms started to sting from hints of sweat I concentrated. Through the lens, I tracked the car. They were black Audi’s, sleek and shiny pulling up onto the scene.

My finger hit the shutter button in rapid succession trying not to miss a moment. The first car, I watched as the crime family’s bodyguards and hit men stepped out. Some were big and burly, tatted and dressed in suits. It was the same with the last car. The middle car though, that was where the action was. Those were the people I wanted to see.

Surprisingly, it was just a car full of women.

“Party girls,” I whispered to myself.

My finger hit the shutter button again, as woman after woman stepped out. That was when I saw her. Rain had stepped out of the car, sticking out not only because of her height but her skin color too. She was a rich brown compared to that of the snowy white skin of the Japanese women whose company she was keeping.

My breath hitched in my throat.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I wondered out loud.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her or the others.

Click!

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