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I hope Delaney isn’t planning some wild fucking party. Matteo would definitely lose his shit, but… we always have the best sex when he’s punishing me. So maybe it is time to turn it the fuck up. Being bad mixed in with not seeing him for almost a week?

That sex is going to be explosive.

“Where are you off to?” Aldo sounds from behind me, scaring the shit out of me. On instinct, I threw the first thing that my hand could grab. “Ah! What the fuck?”

My phone smacked into his face, nailing him right in his nose.

“Oh shit!” I exclaim, frozen from what just happened, that is, until I see the blood starting to pour out of his nose. “Oh my god. I am so sorry, Aldo. Are you okay?” I ask, grabbing the hand towel hanging off of the oven door and rushing over to him.

“No, I’m not okay! I think you broke my nose.” Aldo groans, taking the towel out of my hand. “Who just throws their phone at someone like that?”

“It was a reflex!”

“And how would you have called for help if I was someone who was actually here to hurt you?” he asks as he tips his head back.

“I don’t know. I didn’t exactly think that far ahead. I threw the first thing that was in my hand and planned on running away.” Probably not the best move, but I never claimed to be a final girl.

“You need to work on your situational awareness.”

“I’m in the house. I’m fine,” I say as I bend down to pick up my phone that fell on the floor after almost taking Aldo out.

“Never let your guard down unless you know one of us is in the room. But even then, there’s people you need to watch out for,” Aldo warns.

Who is he talking about?

I don’t respond as I try to wrap my head around his warning. Sometimes, I miss my boring life, where all I did was go on runs and go to work. But that past life didn’t have Matteo. Now that I have a taste of a good thing, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let it go. Even if he lets me go at the end of all of this, I’ll still cling to the little bit of light he’s shown me in this dark fucking world.

“Where are you off to?” Aldo asks again, breaking me from my thoughts.

Do I tell him? He’s probably just going to report back to Matteo. “I’m meeting Delaney.” There. That’s vague. Safe even.

“Does Matteo know?”

See? “No. He hasn’t exactly texted me much this week.” That reminds me that I do have a reason to be pissed off at him. I sent him two good morning texts, and I am not a good morning text kind of bitch. And what did I get in return?

Silence.

Fucking silence.

Actually, all I’ve really gotten is a ‘Hope you had a good day. Wish I was home with you’ bullshit at the end of every day. After day three, I just stopped texting back because, honestly, what the fuck is that bullshit?

“He’s focused right now. It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care,” Aldo says, tossing the bloody towel in the sink.

I know that, but… “I still deserve a random check-in phone call or a longer text conversation. It takes two seconds to message someone.”

“You do.” Aldo inclines his head. “I’m not saying don’t give him shit for it. I’m just saying it doesn’t mean that he isn’t thinking about you every fucking second. The man is like watching a lovesick teenager.”

“Whatever,” I say with an eye roll, a small smile creeping onto my face.

“Is all of the blood off of my face?” Aldo asks.

God, I can’t believe I threw my phone like that at his face. “Yeah, it’s gone. I’m really sorry again.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Aldo waves it off. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Are you ready to go?”

“Are you coming with me?” I really fucking hope not. The last thing I need is him snitching on me to Matteo about getting a tattoo.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t hit someone else in the face with your phone. The last thing we need right now is an assault charge,” Aldo jokes as he tosses his keys in the air. “Let’s go.”