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The tiles are cool beneath my bare feet as I pad across to the window. I stand and stare down at the square. The dark shadows that had freaked me out earlier are no longer scary now I’m in the safety of my apartment. I draw the drapes and get into bed.
Lying under the comforter, I think about Camila. I was still in high school when our parents were killed. She’s five years older than me and took me under her wing. I love her unconditionally and I know she feels the same about me. We’ll always be there for each other, and I know she’d never advise me to do anything bad. This ‘thing’ with Marco and Alessio would only be a brief interlude in my life. I’ll look back on it in the future as just a little fun.
What can be the harm in that?
With a sigh, I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take me. Will Alessio and Marco call tomorrow like Camila predicted?
I sure hope that they do…Chapter ThirteenAlessioI let myself into the apartment and call out for Marco.
No response.
He’s with his parents like he said he’d be.
His closeness with them makes me miss my own family. I’m from Rome, originally. Mamma and Papà retired to the coast, to the seaside hamlet Fregene, a couple years ago. Marco and I visit them as often as we can, staying in their modest apartment and enjoying raucous reunions with my three brothers, two sisters, and their myriad offspring. One of the many reasons why I love Marco is how well he fits in with my people. We come from entirely different backgrounds, but that has never been an issue between us.
I chuck my keys onto the table by the front door and go through to the kitchen. I’ll rustle up a bowl of spaghetti with garlic, olive oil and red pepper flakes. I send Marco a quick text to let him know I’m home, then set a pot of water on the stove to boil. I peel a couple of garlic cloves and mince them.
Marco arrives just as the water starts boiling. “Hey,” he breezes into the room. “Come va?”
“Cosi cosi.” I throw a packet of dried spaghetti into the pot.
“What do you mean, so so?” He reaches for a bread stick and bites into it.
“The ticket inspector who fined Sefi was an impostor. The water bus company didn’t have any of theirs on board at the time she was approached.”
“Cazzo,” he curses. “She won’t be happy about that…”
My nostrils flare. “I’ll need her to come into the station tomorrow and look at some mug shots of known Mafia associates. See if she can identify anyone.”
Marco’s eyes light up. “We could take her out for lunch afterward and then…”
I give him a friendly punch on the arm. “You have a one-track-mind, amore mio.”
“And you don’t?” he chuckles. “Tell me you didn’t have the same thought and I won’t believe you.”
“Okay, okay,” I laugh. “Yeah, I did think along the same lines as you. Sunday fun day before we all go back to work on Monday.” I pause, suddenly serious. “How’s your dad?”
“Not good.” He rubs a hand through his hair, then tells me about his father’s latest seizure and how he’s finally convinced Francesco and Viviana to accept him getting them a full-time nurse.
“Whoever we find will still need a day off every week, but it will take the pressure off Mamma.” The corners of Marco’s mouth turn down. “It pains me so much to see Papà the way he is now.”
I pull Marco in for a hug. “It’s still very early days for your dad in terms of recovering from a stroke. Let’s eat, chill for a bit, then go for a run. Exercise will lighten your dark mood.”* * *We pound the calli of the San Polo neighborhood for three quarters of an hour, running at a fast pace until the sweat drips down the back of our necks. Once home, we shower and got ready for bed. Now, we’re lying next to each other and I know exactly what Marco needs. I need it too, even though we went a couple of rounds with Sefi this afternoon.
In the nightstand is a collection of sex toys worth thousands of Euros. I waggle my eyebrows and Marco smirks as I open the drawer. “Let’s get down and dirty,” I snort. “It will take our minds off things.”
He shoots me a heavy-eyed look of lust. “Sounds good.”
I extract a cock ring attached to a vibrator, which is operated by a remote. “This one?”
“Hell, yeah.” He reaches down and jerks at his beautiful dick.
I add my hand to his, and he lifts his hips so that his tip presses into my palm. “Ti amo,” I groan, leaning in for a kiss.
