Page 30 of Massimo

It was Cersei Lannister’s private bodyguard. They called him la Montagna – the Mountain. He was played by some Icelandic bodybuilder and was almost seven feet tall.

This guy reminded me of the Mountain…

But a lot hotter.

He had these soft brown eyes… wavy, dark brown hair… and a neatly trimmed beard over a solid granite jaw.

His shoulders? SO broad and muscular.

And his suit? Amazing. I think it was bespoke – I didn’t recognize the brand, and he was so gigantic that I doubted he could get something off the rack – but it was beautifully cut. Perfectly tailored to his enormous, huge, absolutely delicious arms.

I stared up at him with my mouth slightly open.

If we’d been outside, he would have blotted out the sun.

“Signorina Fioretti? My name is Massimo Rosolini.”

Ohhhhh…

That voice…

It was sooooo deep.

And his name… Massimo…

It made me think ‘Massive’ – just like him.

I’m not gonna lie: between his face, the height, his shoulders, and that voice… I got a little turned on.

And then he went and fuckin’ ruined it.

“I’m here to take you back to your grandmother.”

Shit.

Of course he was.

Just another mafia clown in a nice suit.

“Not interested, thanks,” I said as I breezed past him –

Or tried to, anyway.

He put a gigantic hand on my shoulder.

His paw was as big as a ham hock – and about as welcome as getting touched by raw meat.

“HEY,” I snapped, “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME.”

I’d had enough mafia goons trying to order me around to last ten lifetimes.

I didn’t need yet another idiot thinking he was the boss of me just because he worked for Nona.

I tried smacking his arm away –

But it was like hitting a big tree branch. Didn’t budge a millimeter.

“Signorina – ”

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