Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5

Thus began a strange daily ritual.

Every morning at 11 AM, my Uber driver would pick me up at the Continental and take me to the Summit. I wore the hoodie and jeans as a disguise during the day.

We would wait for Mei-ling’s silver Bentley to emerge – usually around 1 PM – at which point we would follow her to De Sade.

Once she parked, my driver would take me back to the Continental.

Then he would pick me up at 2 AM, dressed in my three-piece suit, and drive me back to the club.

We would wait until Mei-ling emerged in her Bentley, usually after 4 AM.

I was looking for some variation – some window of opportunity to intercept her – but her schedule was like clockwork.

A clock that was repeatedly off by as much as half an hour, yes, but a clock nonetheless.

I kept up my surveillance for nearly a week. I spent so much money on my driver that I had to go back to the bank for more funds.

By that point, my check from the casino had cleared. On my next visit, I walked out not only with another 100,000 Hong Kong dollars but also my Rolex.

I didn’t need the Rolex…

But I did need the money to feed my addiction.

Mei-ling became my sole focus. Everything else went out the window.

I stopped calling Lau and couldn’t have cared less when he didn’t contact me.

If he had called me, I would have been despondent – because that would have meant I’d have to leave Hong Kong.

The one thing that ate at my conscience was Niccolo. He texted me every day – What’s happening? – and I texted back guiltily, Working on it.

It was true… although only by the thinnest of margins.

The real truth was that I was a man obsessed.

Nothing – not even my duty to my family – could stand in the way of my insanity.

I felt ashamed of that…

And yet I still kept chasing her, like a junkie chasing his next high.

Every glimpse of her was another hit.

Every time I saw her face, I craved more.

I imagined her naked body writhing beneath me…

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The way she spoke Cantonese in the throes of passion…

The sounds she made when she came.

Every memory I recalled only made the addiction worse.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get her back…

Nothing.

On the fifth night of surveillance, I got bored and told my driver to stay put while I got out of the car.

I began walking the streets outside De Sade, looking for a way to get inside without being seen.

The underground parking lot had a metal lattice gate that went up and down as cars entered and exited. Not only that, it was monitored 24/7 by cameras, so that wouldn’t work.

I couldn’t get in through the lobby. I was certain the men guarding the elevator would turn me away.

Even if I could get by them and go up to the 10th floor, I would encounter the red door, which could only be unlocked from the inside.

I returned to the car in defeat.

I considered whether I should just call Han and tell him I wanted to visit De Sade.

At least that way, I was fairly sure I could bully my way in.

It would be less than optimal – I knew Mei-ling would be enraged – but it was better than all this useless waiting.

Then…

On the sixth night…

Something happened.