*Alberto’s POV*
“Isa.” I gapped out. “You can’t be serious. That’s for—”
“Adults? Slūts?” She asked, making me swallow hard as her face inched closer to mine. “Because if it’s the latter, I love being treated like a slūt.” She didn’t just say that.
Fūck. I can’t keep listening to this. This has to be another one of my wet dreams. There is no way that she could be any more perfect and fūcking dangerous.
I grabbed the door handle, pushed the door open and jumped out as if the car were on fire.
As soon as I got out of the car, I walked around it to find Francisco and several of his men already outside.
“Fratello!” (Italian for “Brother!”) Francisco shouted from the entrance of the warehouse. “Ci hai messo abbastanza tempo.” (Italian for “It took you long enough.”) He chuckled as he w
