Reaching for a twig that had tangled itself in her hair, I removed it before undoing her updo, letting her hair spill out on the pillow. I carried a limp Serafina into the motel room and set her down on one of the two beds. I couldn’t wait to find out how tame Serafina really was. Her hair was pinned tightly to her head as if even that part of her needed to be tamed and under control, but one wayward strand had freed itself and curled wildly over her temple.
I leaned back and returned my gaze to the woman curled up beside me on the seat. One more fucking disrespectful word from you and your tongue will keep your eyeballs company, understood?”įabiano caught my gaze with a curious expression. “And you will never look at her again unless you want me to rip your eyeballs out and shove them up your ass. “She is a nice piece of ass,” Simeone commented from behind the steering wheel. We had injured, not killed Serafina’s two companions, so part of the forces would waste time tending to their injuries.
My eyes were drawn to the back window, but nobody was following us for the moment. “We seem to have shaken them off,” Fabiano muttered. Dots of blood splattered her dress like rubies and marred the creamy skin of her neckline. Now that she wasn’t thrashing or screaming, I could admire her like a bride deserved. I raised my eyes and met his, wishing I hadn’t because the twisted smile on his face burned through me like a thunderstorm of terror. “My, what a beautiful bride you are,” Remo said. I stared up at the gray ceiling of the car, my breathing ragged.
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