Chapter 22

• MATTEO
• Seeing Nora shake her head at me, so fucking eager for me to get my mouth on her again has me so hard I can barely think. Ever since I saw her this afternoon, walking around with her big, floppy sunhat on and looking like the sexiest, lost tourist I’ve ever seen, I’ve been obsessed with her. I’d been following her, but a phone call had put me a few minutes behind. Just enough time for those little fuckers to find and scare the hell out of her.
• When I’d seen her struggling against that little jackass with his disgusting hands all over her perfect body, I’d never wanted to kill someone so badly in my life. He doesn’t know it, but her presence is the only thing that stopped me from ending his sorry, pathetic life. The fear in his eyes when he saw me was a small consolation, so was the feel of his jaw breaking against my fist.