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“Good. You should take her home. What happened here?”
“Two men were trying to abduct Alina.” I nod in the direction of the man sprawled on the dock. “That’s one of them. The other is in the canal.”
“Why were they trying to abduct her?”
“I don’t know.”
“You should have left one of them alive for questioning,” Joao says, stating the obvious.
“I wasn’t thinking straight.”
A smile twitches at the corner of his lips. “Clearly,” he agrees, looking like he’s trying not to laugh at me.
I ignore his mirth. “I don’t think anyone heard anything.” I look around at the surrounding buildings. “Nobody turned on a light.”
“Don’t worry—Paulina and I will handle the situation. Go take care of your woman. Dante wants to talk to you in the morning, by the way. He said the padrino will want a debrief.”
I nod soberly. I killed two men tonight, and bodies are inconvenient. I’m going to have some explaining to do.
32
ALINA
Iwake up in a strange bed, and three things dawn on me.
I’m completely naked.
There’s a man sleeping next to me, wearing a pair of briefs and nothing else.
It feels like something crawled into my mouth and died.
I’m a second away from full-on-panic when I realize that the man in my bed is Tomas. Then, pieces of yesterday evening slowly start coming back. My mouth tastes like some kind of dead animal because I drank too much wine, and then I?—
I threw up on Tomas’s expensive, handmade shoes.
Oh. God. Kill me now.
I bolt out of bed—naked—and rush to the bathroom. I open cabinets until I find a toothbrush still in its packaging. I brush my teeth vigorously and take a shower for good measure, scrubbing imaginary flecks of dried vomit off my hair and body. Ugh. It’s been a long time since I’ve been drunk to the point of throwing up, not since my twenty-first birthday. I only remember drinking two, maybe three glasses of wine last night, and it shouldn’t have hit me that badly, but it clearly did.
Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Did I text Tomas? No, I think I called him. A fragment of memory swims to the forefront. Did I call him hot? I’m pretty sure I did. I also draped my arms around his neck and drunkenly tried to shove my tongue down his throat. Another memory returns. He didn’t want to kiss me, so I took off my clothes to seduce him. And when he started backing away, I burst into tears and demanded he sleep right next to me.
I groan out loud and cover my face with my hands. Running away from Venice has never seemed like a better idea. Or I could stay in the shower forever.
Unfortunately, the hot water starts to run out. I step out of the shower when it turns cold enough to be uncomfortable, dry myself off, and then realize that in my frenzy to cleanse the evidence of last night’s sins off my body, I have no clothes to wear. With a sigh, I wrap my towel around me and tiptoe out of the bathroom. Perhaps if I’m really quiet…
