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“I think love is a reach. Lust sounds more probable, no?”
“Yes. But if he is a machine, it will be hard to convince him to forget this assignment. Lust or love, it is a gamble, bello.”
“So try to kill him again?”
“Sì, I think so. Seducing him only will delay the inevitable.”
This made sense.
“Unless,” Theo continued, “you can offer him more money than whoever hired him. Pay him not to kill you.”
“He said it’s not just money. It’s a debt he has to repay.”
“Then you are in a tough place, amico. Please, do not let him hurt you. I cannot lose another friend.”
My throat tightened, emotion welling inside me. “You won’t.”
“Good. And who knows? If you fuck him, maybe this assassin can help you with the other men trying to kill you.”
Doubtful. Alessio didn’t seem the type to do favors for anyone, especially a man he was supposed to eliminate. It wasn’t like we were friends. Or lovers. Or anything.
“Wait,” I said. “Are you saying fuck him or kill him?”
“I don’t know.” Theo sounded agitated, like he might be pacing. “This is all very difficult for me, bello. I don’t wish to give a wrong answer, and I still have post-orgasm fog in my brain.”
“I understand. Still, you’ve made me feel better.”
“I am glad, but now I am worried about you all over again.”
“Don’t worry. It will work out.” Possibly.
“I hope so. When will I see you again?”
“Soon, I hope. It’s been too long.”
“Well, if you kill your assassin and want to come to Nice, ring me. Nic and I are taking his yacht there on holiday next week.”
A holiday on a yacht reminded me of home and my family. Fuck, I missed them. “I’ll keep it in mind. Ciao, Theo.”
“Ciao, bello!”
When the line was dead, I sat up, put the phone under my boot, and destroyed it.
I wasn’t sure I knew what to do yet, but I had to decide quickly. I was running out of time.
CHAPTER NINE
Alessio
I decided to kill him the following afternoon.
This allowed me the best light and the most time to set up. Then I had only one night to wait before the ferry arrived. Less time for the body to be discovered and an alarm raised.
I stayed in my room, only leaving for meals. I cleaned my rifle. Exercised. Stayed hydrated. Slept.
The best time to set up would be during riposo, shortly after one o’clock. This was when, like every good Italian, Giulio would eat and relax. Probably read, as well, since he’d ditched his electronics in Santorini.
I put on my backpack and hefted my rifle case. No one saw me as I left town.
