Fingers ghost over my face, tracing my eyes, nose, and lips. The scent surrounding me is heavenly so I turn my face to breathe it in. Thinking that I could lie here forever. It's warm, strong, and... Wait, where exactly is here? My eyes snap open. I come face to face with Federico. The expression in his eyes is soft and murderous at the same time. Why is he here? Why am I in his arms?
"Did you have a nice nap?"
"I don't take naps," I say trying to get up but he tightens his hands. Holding me down.
"What do you call what you just did?"
My memory comes rushing back. That f*****g bastard Dylan. I'm done with him and the entire Irish. What the f**k is wrong with him? What did he think he could achieve from knocking me out? If he went back on his word and took all the money, I'm hunting
