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I groaned. "Gabriele, stop humping me."

"Don't ask for impossible shit," he mumbled against the back of my neck.

I tried to pull free from his arms, but he dragged me back again. Gabriele feathered kisses over my back and shoulder. I smiled and gave up on trying to stop his antics. We'd been joined at the hip for the past couple of days and surprisingly neither of us had tried to murder the other.

"If you stop humping me, I'll let you fuck me instead," I offered. "But I get to get up and shower first."

"Fuck you? Yes. Shower first? No."

I groaned. "There's something wrong with you. Let me up."

"Nope."

Gabriele grunted as I started to fight him. He was strong, but I still knew how to put his ass into submission. At least when it came to fighting. He growled and I let him pin me to the bed with his hand wrapped around my throat. I grinned up at him and the ticked off expression on his face.

Six was right. It's way more fun to make a Bianchi mad in the bedroom.

"Spread your legs."

I licked my lips. "Go fuck yourself."

Gabriele was on top of me in an instant. He attacked my neck, his teeth biting into my flesh as he rolled his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinned. Perfect way to start the morning.

My back arched and I pressed up against him. I opened my mouth, ready to push a few more of his buttons when a loud beeping filled the air. I paused and sat up slightly.

"Did you get up before me and start cooking?"

Gabriele frowned. "No, I've been asleep with you." He sniffed the air. "Shit, I smell smoke." He hopped out of bed and dragged on a pair of sweats. "Clothes, now."

I moved over to the dresser and slipped into a pair of basketball shorts. By the time they were on, Gabriele was already heading down the stairs. I snatched up my phone and followed behind him before I froze.

"What the fuck?"

Flames filled the living room and were starting to spread. Gabriele glanced around before he frowned. At some point, he'd snatched up his gun and he cocked it. The flames grew as they ate up my curtains and the couch disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

I stared. The fire was too out of control to snatch up the extinguisher and try to stop it. Both sides of the house were lit and the flames were coming toward us. I watched in horror as the home I'd lived in since the day I was born was consumed by fire. And there was nothing I could do about it.

"Back door. Now."

I heard Gabriele, but I couldn't move. Fear gripped my heart and I couldn't tear my eyes away as memories of my past were destroyed. The couch where my parents watched movies with me, the dining room where we ate huge meals together, and the floor where I played when my father was at work and my mother looked after me. All of it was being decimated and I was helpless to stop it.

"Baby, back door," Gabriele growled as he grabbed my hand and tugged. "You can't stop right now, you hear me? Think about it later! Move!"

Reality clicked back into place and I blinked at the fire before I felt my lungs burning. The heat was so intense the flames weren't even on me but I felt like I was going to burn. I turned on my heels and forced myself to move despite how much I wanted to cling to what little I had left in life.

Pictures, movies, and trinkets of my family were going to be obliterated. And I couldn't even stop to take that fact in.

Gabriele tugged me hard and I moved. We ran through the kitchen together as smoke filled the air. My lungs fought against it and I choked, the back of my throat burning. Wait. There's smoke in the living room and not the kitchen? My stomach knotted, but I didn't have time to think about it. I pushed on, covering my nose and mouth. The minute we burst outside, I doubled over as my lungs rejected the smoke.

"Shit, what is going on?" I wheezed out. I straightened up and flinched.

Gabriele was quicker than me. A man stood there with a gun trained on us. But Gabriele didn’t even blink. He raised his and squeezed off two shots. Blood gathered on the man's shirt and he fell into the dirt. Loud Russian filled my ears and my stomach dropped.

Shit. Russians.

I didn't think I had to deal with them after our first encounter. But there were multiple men surrounding my house. Gabriele turned and shoved me down to the ground.

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