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“Because when you move into my room, I don’t want the cat on my bed.”

“I don’t plan on moving into your room.”

“But I do, Milene.”

He leaves, and I press my thighs together, despising myself for wanting to spend every night in his bed.

I remember the episode in the elevator and how good it felt to be crushed against his body, his cock pressed to my pussy. Just thinking about the moan I had to stifle turns me inside out. I do my best to ignore the urge to run after him and leap into his arms. Instead, I make my way to the bathroom to wash my hair.

Lifting the handheld showerhead, I bring it down until the jet of water pulsates against my pussy, and slide a finger of my free hand inside my aching core. I let waves of pleasure overcome me, shivering with delight while imagining Salvatore before me, his finger within me instead of my own. I come with a moan.

* * *

While eating a late lunch, I shoot a message to Bianca, asking what’s new with her. I also try calling Andrea, but she doesn’t answer. Salvatore is nowhere to be seen. He’s probably either sleeping or in his office, plotting revenge on theIrish. Finished with my food, I head to the infirmary to check on the wounded men.

Nodding to the duty nurse organizing the medicine locker, I walk over to Alessandro, who is resting in bed at the furthest part of the room. He’s scrolling on his phone, but when I approach, he lowers the device.

The way his eyes bore into mine is extremely unsettling. It’s as if he is analyzing my every action and reaction. The look in his eyes indicates he’s ready for anything and I’ve noticed that he does this with everyone. The way he observes people with such intense focus is unnerving.

I once met another man, a war veteran who returned from his fifth tour of duty in Afghanistan, with almost the same look in his eyes. He acted as if he was still in enemy territory, ready to fight insurgents hiding around every corner.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, checking his IV. He doesn’t respond, but simply watches as I replace the saline bag and scribble a note on the chart at the foot of the bed.

“Fine,” he finally says.

“Oh.” I frown theatrically. “He talks.”

Alessandro gifts me with another one of his dark glares, then takes his phone and continues swiping. I roll my eyes and head toward the next bed.

I’m in the middle of changing the dressing on Pasquale’s thigh when the phone in my back pocket vibrates. It’s probably Andrea, so I let it ring and continue bandaging the wound. As soon as the ringing stops, however, it starts again. I secure the bandage and pull out the phone. Salvatore’s name lights up the screen.

“Where. Are. You?” he bites out the moment I take the call, his voice deathly quiet.

“On the eleventh floor. Why?”

He hangs up. Has something happened? I collect the medical supplies and carry them to the other side of the room. As I’m returning the unused bandages to the cupboard, the door to my right opens with a bang, and Salvatore comes inside. I’ve never seen him leave the penthouse in anything other than an immaculate suit or without his prosthesis, but now, he’s wearing only his sweatpants and leaning on his crutches. Based on the surprised expression on Pasquale’s face, this is not a normal occurrence. The moment Salvatore’s eyes find me, he heads in my direction. He doesn’t stop, even when he’s almost in front of me, and find myself backing up until I hit the wall.

“Salvatore?” I look up into his face.

His eyes are narrowed, his breathing quick, and his nostrils flare.

“I was looking for you, and you weren’t there,” he says through his teeth. “You do not leave the penthouse without informing me first.”

“But I’m on the floor below you.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Am I a prisoner here?”

“Nope.” In his eyes, there’s a controlled kind of crazy. “I need to know where you are at all times.”

It’s silly. He’s expecting me to let him know whenever I want to leave the apartment? For a moment, I think he’s messing with me, but then I see his expression. He’s deadly serious.

“Why?” I ask.

“I just do. Are you done here?”

“I want to check on Carmelo, as well.”

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