Chapter 39 The Unexpected Kiss

Rico's POV
Now I remember where I first saw him, that unfamiliar face nestled in the crowd at the regular lounge, partially obscured by shadows, his eyes following her every move. He sat there with a calculated calm, cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the faint curl of smoke swirling upward, his other hand casually resting around a glass of whiskey.
His gaze was intense, focused, as if he was memorizing every detail of her performance, studying her in a way that made my skin prickle. That night was the first time I discovered she was a dancer in my club, and while it caught me off guard, seeing him there watching her struck something deeper.