Page 126 of The Devil's Fire

“Oh, she lives in Italy?” I raised my brows in surprise, and he gave me a nod. I guess they were used to not seeing each other all the time then.

“Don’t fight me on this, Althaia. I will not have it.”

“Fine.” I sighed. “But they better be invisible. I don’t want them to scare my mom.” I said, plopping down on the bed again.

“I’ll make sure of it.” Damiano promised.

“Thank you.” I smiled and patted the pillow next to me. “Come, take a nap with me.”

“I’m not tired.” He stated, shaking his head and offering a faint smile.

“How? You barely get any sleep.” I slightly frowned.

“I get the amount I need.”

“No, you don’t. Now, take off your shirt and get in.” I ordered him. Damiano looked at me with a raised brow.

“And why do I need my shirt off?”

“Because I’m addicted to seeing you shirtless. Hurry, I don’t have all day.” I said impatiently.

“You’re getting a little too comfortable bossing me around.” He clicked his tongue, but still took off his shirt, leaving him in the delicious glory of his six-pack and tattoos.

“I’ve learned from the best.” I winked, and he playfully scoffed.

Damiano went to lay beside me, and I sat up, straddling him to reach for my phone on the nightstand. I opened the camera and took a picture of him. I almost drooled at how irresistible he looked.

The way he positioned one arm behind his head, showcasing the definition of his muscles. It was pure porn. He looked at me with a slight head tilt as I grinned, snapping a few more pictures.

“You know what? I have an awesome idea for your next tattoo!” I said excitedly, putting my phone away.

“Let me hear.”

“My name in big bold letters going down here.” I trailed my finger down the side of his ribs and stopped at his waistband. “Or even better, on your butt ‘cause that ass is mine.” I burst out laughing at the idea of Damiano getting a tattoo on his ass.

“I’m not getting your name tattooed on my ass.” He chuckled, pulling me down to lie on top of him.

“Shame. Your ass would have looked pretty with it.” I gave a teasing wink.

“No one will touch my ass.” He declared.

I let out a small smirk when my hand found its way down and squeezed his firm ass.

“I’m touching it right now.”

“You can touch what’s yours.” Now it was him smirking when he saw the surprise on my face. Still, a smile found its way on my lips as I cuddled into his chest.

We lay in silence as he drew soothing circles on my back.

“I was wondering, how did you find the guy?” I asked. I have been dying to know ever since Arianna broke the news to me. I was mad at him at the time they found him, and she said if I wanted to know, I had to take it up with Damiano.

“Raffaele located him. He hacked into the security cameras, but as expected, the footage was wiped clean. However, what they hadn't considered were the surveillance cameras from nearby buildings, giving us clear footage of individuals entering and exiting the hotel.” I raised my head, intrigued.

“He cross-referenced every person against the hotel’s database to identify check-ins and check-outs, but still found nothing suspicious. Until someone walked out, his body language indicating he was hurt. Raffaele ran the database but found nothing that matched his face. He followed him and traced it back to a motel.” Damiano explained.

“Raffaele is a hacker?” I asked in awe.

“That you find surprising?” Damiano chuckled.

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