Venetian Valentine by Kristian Parker

Author:Kristian Parker [Parker, Kristian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: LGBT Romance Fiction
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group
Published: 2020-11-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

I woke with the tannoy announcing something in Italian. Sergio stretched next to me, bleary-eyed.

“Roma in fifteen minutes.”

I had always wanted to go to Rome. Little did I know it would be under these circumstances. I rubbed my eyes and tried to come round—I’d been in the deepest sleep.

He leaned forward and kissed me. “You look cute.”

I bet I look terrible. I would have to go and check in the toilet. I didn’t want to scare the poor people of Rome. “What time is it?”

“So many questions,” he said with a smile. “Just gone half-past twelve. We only have about twenty minutes in Roma, then we’re on the train to Napoli. Sergio has it all worked out.”

He looked immensely proud of himself, which brought a grin to my lips.

“Then all we need to do is to hire a car, drive to Sorrento, find Antonio Valeri and clear our names. All the while avoiding strangers in weird black outfits and the police.”

Sergio threw his hands up. “Simple, eh?”

The city had replaced the fields as we hurtled to our destination. “So, this is Rome?”

He snuggled back into my chest. “This is not the real Roma. Have you never been?”

I shook my head. My childhood had been beach holidays. Matt had given far more importance to saving for a flat, so holidays had been out. Money that he hasn’t returned to me, money that could be the start of a new life somewhere exciting…

“No. This is my first trip to Italy.”

“I cannot believe you can get to your age and never experience Italia. That is sacrilege. I will show you Roma.”

“I thought you had nothing but bad memories of the place.”

He leaned up and kissed me, snaking his arm up and around my neck. “Then you can help me to make some new, better memories, can’t you? I think you are the kind of man that can make good memories easily.”

That did sound tempting.

Before long, the train pulled into the station. Being amongst people made me nervous again. I wished we had made that direct train to Sorrento and the carriage had been empty. That would have made things so much easier. I couldn’t help looking all over the place for anyone who didn’t like the look of us or approached us too quickly.

Sergio found out which platform we needed. “What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Let’s go to the shop,” I said. “I don’t want to be standing around.”

The demons of panic were never too far away for me, resting in the pit of my stomach, ready to explode at any given moment. I marvelled at all the people going about their daily business, with absolutely no idea of the nightmare we found ourselves in.

We went to the shop, one of those hideous types found in most stations, where they stock nothing anyone would want yet at dramatically increased prices. Standing behind a display of boiled sweets, we got ourselves together.

“Do we need anything? You know, while we’re here,” I said, looking around.

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