"It's been a while, darling."
Lola stared at the man slouched leisurely on the couch in nothing but a black silk robe. His body underneath was exposed confidently, with his buffed chest peeking. One hand rested on the arm of the couch, the other holding a glass of rum. His thin lips curled into an amused smirk, eyelids drooping as his gaze fixed on her.
A cold layer of frost coated her eyes as she stared at him—the very man who had shown her hell, thinking that showing her his kingdom in hell would erase the fact that it was still hell.
"Vito," she called, her voice carrying a clear coldness that made the atmosphere around them drop. "It has been. Thought you're dead."
"I do not die." A low chuckle escaped Vito as he tilted his head back, as if to take in her entire figure. "Come here, darling."
But Lola completely ignored him.
