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“Sorry? I don’t speak Italian,” I mumbled as I found my keys and put them in the lock.
“Ah!” he held his hands up in apology. “Sorry miss. Do you live here? I am looking for a friend’s flat but there are no numbers on the doors.”
His English was very good and I smiled politely. It was such an old building they seemed to have forgotten to actually number the doors.
“What number is the flat?” I asked, looking the man up and down again. He didn’t seem like the type who would have a friend living here, but then again, who am I to judge?
“Eight.”
I frowned and tried to work out which floor that would be. “Well, this is Flat three, so I expect it is a few floors up. Just count the doors,” I smiled, and he nodded.
“Grazie. Ciao,” he replied, and started climbing the stairs. I let myself into the flat and felt a rush of excitement to see Gigi and boast about how much amazing sex I had been having. I stopped dead at the sight before me. There in the kitchen was the huge, long-haired Viking. Completely naked.
He turned when he heard me enter and smiled. “G’day, how's it going?” his strong Australian accent boomed around the room. I looked away quickly, seeing that his privates were on full display, and felt my cheeks flush. Not that he seemed to be the least bit embarrassed about the situation.
“Hurry up big boy!” Gigi called before sauntering out of her room with only an oversized T-shirt on. It looks like I wasn’t the only one having hot, wild sex all weekend. “Liv! Oh my god you are home!” She came flying at me, hugging me around my neck.
“And you have company,” I smirked at her and she grinned. “I thought you never went back for seconds?” I whispered, surprised she was breaking her own rule.
“When the sex is this good, it’s an all you can eat buffet,” she winked, making me laugh.
“I got it!” Viking shouted, holding up the whipped cream. My eyes widened and Gigi bit her nails mischievously.
“I think I am going to go and do my food shop now,” I said, grabbing some bags from the kitchen cupboard and throwing my handbag over my shoulder.
“You can always join us?” The Aussie winked and I gave Gigi a knowing look.
“You guys carry on,” I sang as I walked out the flat, slamming the door shut behind me. I chuckled to myself as I walked back down the stairs and out onto the street. I guess we will both have a lot to catch up on later. My work phone vibrated in my bag and I paused on the pavement to pull it out.
Grinning like a fucking idiot when I saw it was a message from Giovanni.
You home? G x
I shook my head at how protective he was, but I have to admit, it was quite sweet when he wasn't being a crazy person.
Yes. Just heading out to do that mundane task of a food shop to give my flat mate some privacy! X
I started to walk towards the little mini mart at the end of the road and my phone vibrated again.
Alone? Be careful. Keep your phone on you. X
I scoffed at his message.
I am fully prepared for the dangers of the supermarket. I can protect myself with cucumbers if worse comes to worse. X
I saw him typing immediately, so I waited, biting my thumb nail.
Quite the comedian, aren’t you? Text me when you are home. X
I clicked the phone off and placed it back in my bag with a secret smile. And that’s when I clocked the black Range Rover. I only noticed it because, for a second, I thought it was Giovanni’s. It looked identical with the tinted windows and huge alloys. I squinted my eyes to see if it was in fact his men. I wouldn't put it past him to have ordered his men to keep an eye on me. But then why was he texting if he was doing that? I started to walk down the street towards the supermarket, eyeing it suspiciously. I couldn’t see who was inside. Feeling paranoid, I shook my head. I had been spending too much time with Giovanni, he was rubbing off on me.
After my uneventful shopping, I strolled out of the supermarket and walked straight into a wall of muscle. Dropping my two shopping bags all over the path, I cursed and dropped to my knees picking up my groceries. The man bent down and started to help me. I glanced up to say thank you as he handed me the potatoes and I froze. It was the same man from before. In the stairwell. He smiled at me but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Oh it's you,” I said bluntly, standing up. “Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“You should be more careful, Olivia,” he replied.
I frowned deeply. Wait…How did he know my name? Suddenly, he grabbed my upper arm in a tight grip and pulled me into his chest. I gasped when I felt something hard poking into my stomach. Was that a gun? I glanced down and froze. It was a fucking gun! “Don’t be alarmed, gorgeous. We only want to have a chat. But fight me and I will pull the trigger.” He glared down at me, and all his friendliness had disappeared. I gulped in fear, realising he was not bluffing. He pulled me towards the black range rover and the back door opened. Shoving me inside, I fell onto the expensive leather seats as he scooted in and slammed the doors. I raced to the other side and tried to open the door but, of course, it was locked.
