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“I thought you were trafficking cocaine,” I said dryly.
He came to an abrupt halt, his sneakers skidding on the cold ground. Whipping around, he pinned me with narrowed eyes. “You were following me. In Málaga.”
“Were you under the impression I first found you in that club? Ma dai, Giulio.” He didn’t say anything, so I continued. “A million Euros in one day.” I whistled. “Nice.”
He put his hands on his hips and mumbled something.
“Cosa?”
“I said I can undercut the existing suppliers because it’s just me. I have no overhead.”
“Smart of you. Does your father know what you’re doing?”
“Of course not.”
“Because you’re worried he’ll try to take over?”
Giulio looked at me as if I had two heads. “Because he would worry about my safety. Cristo, Alessio.”
I held up my hands in apology. “Aren’t you worried about your safety?”
“I’m on a remote Scottish island, jogging with a man hired to kill me. I think we both know the answer to that question.”
Turning, he started up the path again. I found myself following once more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Giulio
I studied the hills as I ran, my head swimming. It wasn’t from lack of air, though. No, the more I interacted with Alessio, the more confused I became.
My hand tingled as if I could still feel his body under my palm. Last night I decided to use his attraction for me as a weapon. I would push him, bait him, and cause him to drop his guard. Then I could either kill him or convince him to drop the hit.
I hadn’t expected to feel something in return.
“I like to fuck and be fucked.”
Cazzo madre di dio, those words.
Now I was picturing it. His long, strong body underneath me, straining and trembling as he let me inside. Was he quiet when being fucked? Alessio didn’t strike me as a moaner.
I hadn’t been with another man like that since Paolo. And I should be ashamed that I was thinking about it, even briefly, with Alessio. Was I so broken, so twisted after the last four years that I’d stoop so low?
And yet.
If it kept me alive, who cared? Alessio wanted me, so I needed to use that against him. Whatever I felt was immaterial.
Keep him talking. Keep him focused on me. Get inside his head.
I used to be charming and easy to talk to. At least that was what people said back in Siderno. It couldn’t be difficult.
And there was no way to kill him. I already tried that and failed. His skills were sharper than mine, his aim more deadly. I had to get creative in order to remain breathing. I needed to use my brains to beat him.
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder. Alessio’s head was down as he ran, but I knew he was paying close attention to me. “You said killing me was an assignment you couldn’t refuse. Why?”
“Have you been getting high already this morning? You asked me this once before.”
“And I never received an answer.”
