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Later, they could fuck in the shower or the car, Elyse didn't care. She just didn’t want to do anything within the radius of the music box. From the shadows, Elyse watched as Alessandro brought his hand to his lips, wickedly licking and sucking her wetness from his fingers. Her breath hitched at the depraved sight.

He leaned over to kiss her neck, growling huskily, "Like honey,cuore mio. You are so sweet. More.Per favore."

She melted at his words. Elyse gazed at him powerlessly. "You're not making this easy."

In response, Alessandro reached over to trail his fingers lightly against her folds again. His touch felt barely there, and she couldn’t help but shiver with want. Alessandro pulled her tightly against his chest. Elyse felt him smile against her shoulder. "That is the fucking point,no?”

His erection probed and prodded along her back. He seemed more than ready to fuck. Her pussy wept in response. Feeling flustered, Elyse tried to divert the subject, "I-I should get some rest.”

“You can sleep when we are dead.”

“But I'm meeting with... Mariposa... tomorrow."

“Fuck Mariposa,” he grunted. “I am much more fun.”

And far too fuckable.

She no longer trusted herself with him. Elyse shuffled away even though it pained her to do so. From the shadows, she glared at the music box. Suddenly, Elyse understood her husband’s fascination with setting shit on fire.She wanted to douse the damn box with kerosene, light a match, and burn it to ashes.

With a grumble of defeat, Alessandro rolled onto his back, staring listlessly at the ceiling. "Do not forget to bring Monte and Luca tomorrow."

Elyse glanced over. "Of course—"

Just then, the sharp ring of Alessandro's phone cut through her words. She frowned. "Who could it be?"

Alessandro reached for his phone to check it. Her husband grimaced as he flipped the screen over to show her. Elyse's eyes flickered with surprise.Benedettowas calling?It was four in the morning. So much for her grandfather being asleep at this hour.

With a grimace, Alessandro answered his phone,"Pronto."

Elyse eavesdropped on the side as her husband conversed with her grandfather in Italian. She picked up on the following snippets.

“Ho delle buone notizie per te.” I have good news for you.

It seemed their setup at the strip club had gone a little too well.

“Entrambi divennero ossessionati da Marzia.” They both became obsessed with Marzia.

There had been some kind of drunken, heated argument over one of the strippers.

“Un coltello è stato estratto. Poi, è stato sparato un proiettile.” A knife was drawn. Then, a bullet was fired.

Gaspare's bodyguard was dead.

“La guerra è iniziata.” The war has begun.

Because Domenico's man shot him.

Elyse kept her face serene, vacant of emotion, even though she was freaking out inside. Without a doubt, tomorrow's meeting with Mariposa would need to be handled with the utmost care. One small slip up, and the house of cards they were building would come crashing down.

9

Caffè Casadeilooked like every other cafe in downtown Palermo.

A green and white striped awning framed the open shop front. Lingering aromas of fresh coffee and pastries floated in and out of antiquated wooden doors.

Inside, an espresso bar with a glass display full of fluffy brioches, slightly crisped and cracked biscotti, and ricotta cream stuffed cannoli beckoned passersby to wander in.

Outside, streetside bistro chairs and rounded tables, woven out of a classic rattan, welcomed busy city dwellers to sit down and put a pause on their hectic day.

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