— you are the one who's going to tell me, darling. That guy - is he the one you really want, Elizabeth ? — he says my name is a curse. — A quick joke with Surfer Joe? Do you want to f**k him instead of me ? — I can hear the advantage in your voice. The implied threat. In this dark hallway, his features hidden by shadows, his eyes shining, he's every part of the intimidating bad boy the tabloids imply.
— Isn't that what you want from me, Ettore? A quick f**k to boost those fragile egos of yours? It seems like you spend a lot of time trying to appease a weakness of yours. — I hold his gaze with contempt in my voice. — Besides, what do you care what I do? If I remember correctly, it seems to me that he was very busy with the blonde taking up space on his arm.
The tics of his jaw muscles app
