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“No, definitely not. I told you, car bombs haven’t been used since—”
“The Camorra and Cosa Nostra in the eighties. Yes, I remember.” I glared at him, irritated. “You will give me the name eventually.”
“I was given interrogation and survival training by the army. You think to do worse?”
Yes, I did. I could tie him up and edge him until he talked. Or finger his prostate until he was almost ready to come and then stop. I would wear him down. “No way you trained for the type of techniques I would use.”
“I see.” The edge of his mouth hitched. “I wouldn’t mind that torture, actually.”
Now I was thinking about it. My groin tightened as blood rushed to my dick. “Do you want to fuck or not?”
“Are you always this direct?”
“Would you prefer it if I wrote it down in a letter? An official invitation, maybe?”
He cocked his head and stared at me thoughtfully. “You’re a smartass. How did I not know this?”
Because I hadn’t interacted with anyone on more than a superficial level in . . . a long time. Ages. Maybe not since Paolo. I had to be strong, self-reliant. Even with my family I was guarded. Almost dying and living on the run had done that to me.
I didn’t want to think that it might be Alessio causing me to drop my guard.
I snapped, “Just answer the question, assassino.”
“You are cranky for a man who just came like a fountain.”
“And I’d like to reciprocate, if only you’d answer the damn question.”
“So we fuck tonight? Tomorrow? For how long?” He folded his arms across his wide chest, drawing my attention to his muscles. So hot. I really, really needed to see him naked.
“Does it matter?” I would fuck him as long as it took to get the name of whoever hired him.
“Aren’t you worried I’ll kill you in your sleep?”
No, I wasn’t. He didn’t want to kill me. For some reason he felt he had to, but I would get answers regarding that later. “You should be worried I’ll kill you first.”
He snorted, the bastard.
Anger sparked hot in my chest. That was enough. He could keep his blue balls. I wasn’t going to beg.
“Vaffanculo, Alessio.” I started through the brush in the direction of the farmhouse. Later, I would return to retrieve the pistol. At the moment I needed to be where he wasn’t.
I’d figure out what to do about him once I wasn’t so pissed off.
As I passed his rifle, I snatched it up, not slowing down in the least.
“Where do you think you’re going with that?” he called.
“Call it insurance,” I said over my shoulder. “You want it, you know where to find it.”
I heard him muttering behind me, but couldn’t make out what he said. I continued toward the farmhouse.
Fuck this. I didn’t need this frustration and confusion. My life was complicated enough. I had to get back to civilization, to my electronics. Find whoever was responsible for that car bomb. I would get on that ferry tomorrow and disappear. I didn’t care what Alessio did anymore.
And I was definitely going to purge those two blow jobs from my mind by visiting the first nightclub I came across.
Just as I stepped through the door, an arm pushed me inside. I stumbled forward and the rifle clattered to the floor. What the fuck?
Then he was on me, shoving me against the wall and pressing his body against mine. He slammed our mouths together. It took a second for my brain to catch up. I hadn’t even heard him approach.
