Chapter 8 From the frying pan into the fire

　　Vanessa’spov,

　　Thesheriffwalkedsoclosetomethatourbodieswerealmosttouching.Icouldsmellhisscentofmanlysweatwithamixofvanilla.Ofcourse,Spiritsmelledittooandwasalmostpurringinmyhead,“Maybeweshouldlethimarrestus,Vanessa.Imaginehowitfeelstohavehishandsgooveryourbody.”

　　“Spiritpleaseshutup;Ican’tconcentratelikethis.”

　　Thesheriffinspectedmyface,andhisvoicewasroughandmanlywhenheasked,“Whoareyou?Ihavenotseenyouherebefore.DoyouworkforDonLorenzo?”

　　IfigureditwouldbeweirdifIwastoocalmsowithatremblingvoiceIresponded,“MynameisVanessaSir.IjuststartedworkingforDonLorenzotodaywasmyfirstdayasaserver.”

　　Thesheriffgavemeastrictlook,“Thenwhereiseveryoneifyouaresupposedtobeserving?AndwhydoyouworkforDonLorenzobecauseyoucannottellmethatyoudon’tknowheisthemostpowerfulgangsterintheregion.”