Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“I should get you home, it’s late.”
I looked up at him, only a nod in reply.
His hands came to my shoulders then, and my body hummed with life when his lips touched mine. He kissed me slowly, savoring me with every sweep of his tongue. I wanted to stay with him like this forever, but after a moment he pulled away, tangling our hands together before he walked me home. Just like a gentleman.
Later, alone as the moonlight seeped through the curtains of my caravan, I sat hunched over my desk, papers sprawled around me. My hands trembled as I sifted through the files again, the photos of clandestine meetings, the receipts for unexplained transactions. Each piece was a thread in a tapestry that painted a picture I was afraid to fully comprehend. My heart was heavy, burdened with a conflict that gnawed at me with increasing intensity. Dante—mysterious, captivating Dante—had started to let down his guard around me, showing glimpses of a man burdened by more than just the weight of the circus's legacy. The vulnerability he had revealed tonight, his voice soft and earnest, had stirred something deep within me, complicating my resolve to expose the dark underbelly of his world. If I continued my investigation, I could ruin him and all he’d built. Was ready for that on my conscience?
As the clock ticked closer to dawn, restlessness overcame me. I slipped outside, needing the cool, crisp air to clear my head. The circus was eerily quiet, the jubilant chaos of the day subdued into the silent contemplation of the night. As I wandered past the shadowy outlines of tents and trailers, lost in thought about my next steps, a faint murmur of voices caught my attention. Hiding behind the canvas of a large supply tent, I watched a secretive exchange unfold. Two shadowy figures—one I faintly recognized as a high-ranking circus official I hadn’t yet met—exchanged thick envelopes and hastily folded documents with a couple of unfamiliar faces. The dim light glinted briefly off coins and paper, confirming my worst fears. I clenched my fists, the reality of the situation settling like lead in my stomach.
By morning, the tension had not subsided. In the buffet tent, I sat alone at a corner table, a cup of coffee and untouched food in front of me. Around me, the crew chatted quietly, their voices a soothing hum until snippets of conversation caught my ear. "Dante’s been trying to clean up the mess left behind," one said, "it’s not his fault, he’s just caught in the middle of it all." Their words, spoken with a mix of respect and worry, added layers to my already conflicted feelings. How much of the corruption was Dante truly aware of? How much was he fighting against? The morning wore on, and the sun climbed higher, casting light on the doubts that had plagued me through the night. I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t carry this burden alone any longer; I needed to confront Dante, to hear his side of the story. It wasn’t just about the story anymore, or the exposé I had come here to write. It was about him and me, about the truth that lay between us, tangled in lies and whispers.
As I approached him on the circus grounds, my palms were sweaty, my heart racing with a mix of dread and determination. He was overseeing the setup for the day's performances, his figure commanding even from a distance. When he saw me, his expression shifted from concentration to concern.
"Dante," I began, my voice steadier than I felt, "we need to talk. There are things I’ve seen, things you need to know about."
His eyes searched mine, a storm brewing in their depths. "Ava, whatever it is, we’ll face it together," he replied, his voice low and serious.
The sincerity in his voice made my resolve waver for a moment, but I pressed on. "It’s about the circus, about the legacy you’re trying to uphold. There are things happening here that you might not be aware of, or maybe you are, and that scares me even more."
As I spoke, laying bare the evidence and my fears, Dante listened, his face unreadable. The air around us thickened with unspoken emotions and impending decisions that would change everything. The circus, with all its wonders and shadows, held its breath, waiting for what would come next.
Chapter Seven
Dante
“Ava,” I began, my voice calm, yet each syllable heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets. “You’ve been busy.”
She met my gaze, unflinching, her eyes a tumultuous sea I had longed to navigate despite the peril. “I needed to understand, Dante. To see the full picture,” she said, her voice a blend of defiance and a plea for the truth.
I listened, truly listened, as she detailed each piece of evidence, her accusations not just laying bare the hidden facets of the circus but also unknowingly stripping the last barriers I had meticulously built around my actions, my motives. Her words painted me as a villain in a narrative I had struggled to rewrite behind the curtains of this grand spectacle.