“A bit lightheaded,” he drawls. “Did we just have s*x? ’Cause I might have blacked out and want a repeat.” He glances around, looking dazed and confused. “Where the f**k are we?”
“Canali’s mausoleum. I think you might have a concussion. A severe one.”
Massimo’s forehead furrows. Groaning, he sits up and presses his hand to the back of his head. “Ouch. Whose idea was it to have s*x in a f*****g tomb? And why—” He cuts himself off, seeing Salvo’s body. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
For a long moment, he just stares at the corpse. Then, his eyes suddenly widen, snapping to mine.
“Jesus f**k!” A viselike hold locks around my waist as he pulls me to his lap, tucking my face into the crook of his neck. “That fucker. I thought he was going to kill you, angel.” Practically plastering me to his chest, he ro
