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Quinn takes an enormous bite of pastaand chews with her mouth wide open.
"I’d really prefer not to have to kill you. Killing is messy.”
"That'sthenicestthing you've said all day,"Quinn snaps.
Sergio gives me awansmile. I don't know what it means, but it doesn't make me feel good about things.
"I assure you,miadonna,I will not treat you badly.”
She openly guffawsat me."Hello? That wasagiven."
Oh, it absolutely wasnot.
Yeah, forget the idea of trying towinher over. That'sfucking hopeless.
She opens her mouth to say something else when all of asudden,she begins to choke. She's gasping for air, pounding thetable with her fist, trying to dislodge whatever it is she's choking on. I get to her before anybody else does. I lift her straight out of the chair, as if she were a small child, bend her over my clasped fist, andheave. With a cough and a splutter, she begins to breathe again.
Her face is beet red, her eyesbugging out of her head.
"They justsaw you tryto manhandle me."
"Oh, so I should've just let you die?"
"You sure like to threaten that, don't you?"
Holy shit, this woman.
"Did you choke on your tongue?"
"No, why? What kind of question is that?"
“Fucking pity,”I say under my breath.
Nonnastands and claps her hands together. “Limoncello! You know, in my city when a man saves woman from choking…"
I’m starting to lose my patience. "No, I have no idea what they say."
Nonna’seyestwinkle. "It's a good omen.Means you will love each other forever."
She waddles off to the kitchen.
"Put me down!" I blink in surprise, not expectingthatQuinn’s going to start telling me what to do. I stare at her. Sergio standsfromthe table.
"Are you OK?"Quinn nods.
I almostdropher. I put her down and give her agruff,“Be careful."
"Of course," she says sarcastically. "The next time I'll actually chew my food before I intentionallychoke myself."
“Good idea.” It’s hard to speak through clenched teeth.
I didn't miss how small and fragile she was in my hands.
I didn't misshow good she smelled either, like lilacs in full bloom. Or how soft her skin was. Or the quick mental image I had of how easily I could overpower her.
The woman has masochist writtenright down her back. Literally. A swirly tattoo that labels heras someone that issexually arousedby pain.
As luck would have it, I’m a sadist.
