Giuseppe
My heart thuds against my ribcage, as we land. We made it alive. And without a case of amenisa this time.
We head out of the runway, on our way to the cabin. Desiree takes my hand, letting me lead the way, being that speak fluent Italian, of course.
The family provided a car, waiting for us at the small airport. We get in, driving to our destination.
Although we're silent, there's a tension brewing between us. Something about remote areas and murder really gets the pheremones going between us, who the hell knows why.
For a while, we say nothing on the long can drive in the winding roads on the island of Sicily.
She speaks first. "This cabin...is it equip with..."
I smirk. "How did you know?"
"You mentioned it once," She responds.
I nod. "So then you know, we're going to m
