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0_0_7Bond had been following Allen for days since he'd found out the man had loose lips. He wasn't sure if he'd actually given up specific details about John Grey, damning the man to be burned and disavowed or if what he had said had lead someone else to the right avenue. Bond needed to know, though. So he had doggedly followed the man, bent on knowing all he could.
Which was why he had followed him today to the hotel, watching him as he clearly went to meet the tart he'd been seeing. Bond honestly had little to say about who the man fucked, though if he would cheat on someone as kind as Lucrezia he was clearly an asshole.
What Bond did not expect as he entered the cafe across the street to wait for the man was Lucrezia herself. Bond saw an opportunity and he took it, asking the host to be seated near her. As the man lead him to the empty table Bond smiled at her.
"Lucrezia, what a surprise," he said. "May I join you? I do hate to dine alone."
Which was why he had followed him today to the hotel, watching him as he clearly went to meet the tart he'd been seeing. Bond honestly had little to say about who the man fucked, though if he would cheat on someone as kind as Lucrezia he was clearly an asshole.
What Bond did not expect as he entered the cafe across the street to wait for the man was Lucrezia herself. Bond saw an opportunity and he took it, asking the host to be seated near her. As the man lead him to the empty table Bond smiled at her.
"Lucrezia, what a surprise," he said. "May I join you? I do hate to dine alone."