Luciano
It’s been a couple of days since we were attacked. The wound on my shoulder was healing fast, thanks to Piper. She was good with her hands, and I hoped she was even better touching other parts of my body.
I headed to the kitchen to have some breakfast, when Martina looked at me with a big smile on her face.
“Good morning, Bambino! How are you feeling?” She asked, serving me coffee and toast.
“I’m feeling better, thank you Martina,” I replied as I sat down to drink my coffee. The rich aroma always woke up my senses.
Noticing my wife was not around, I frowned.
“Where’s Piper?”
“She left early with Enzo. They said they had some errands to run,” she said, not looking straight into my eyes. I’ve known her since I was a kid and knew
