Filthy Marcellos: The Complete Collection (Filthy Marcellos #0.5-4) by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris [Bethany-Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01AX7CH0A
Publisher: Bethany-Kris
Published: 2016-02-08T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

With her head tucked down, Kim weaved through the throng of college students flocking the hallway of the east wing. She had slipped out of her first class thirty minutes before it ended, unable to focus on the professor.

Today was the same as every day for the past week. Kim shouldn’t be surprised she couldn’t make it through the day. The fatigue from being unable to sleep and the constant thoughts interrupted her life. Daydreams plagued her.

Blood on the floor. The scent of gunpowder burned her lungs. The fingers of a man who had touched her so beautifully pulling a trigger. Green eyes turning blank, all his emotions gone. It was nonstop and recurring. She still had the bite marks on her knuckles from her teeth piercing the skin of her hand.

A man lost his life because of Kim.

For her.

Oddly, she was quick to correct herself on that point every time it crossed her mind. No doubt if Ben had alerted anyone about Kim and Giovanni, she would have been the one leaving the house in garbage bags. Giovanni, too.

A death one way or the other would have been unavoidable, but caused by Kim’s stupid carelessness. She had no self-control, and the closer she was to Giovanni, the more she felt like herself. The pull inside her to seek him out in that garage, even knowing he was probably still angry and resentful with her, was so strong she couldn’t ignore it.

Kim had asked Giovanni why he was still in Vegas, but she knew the answer before he even said it. For her.

All of it was for her.

And yet, that man she watched kill another human being … for her … was someone else entirely. But, he wasn’t at the same time. It was something Kim just didn’t know how to get her heart and mind to wrap around and understand.

“Tesoro.”

Kim’s walk came to an abrupt stop. It was a quiet week, mostly. Giovanni hadn’t inserted his presence, intentionally or unintentionally, into any of the places Kim might be. But that endearment and his voice was unmistakable. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to give her room to breathe, or he just didn’t have the chance to get her alone.

Honestly, Kim didn’t know how he planned to get her alone, never mind away for an entire day like he asked her.

“Behind you, bella ragazza.”

Kim tensed, the grip she held on her messenger bag tightening.

“Ae you afraid of me, now?”

“No,” Kim answered truthfully.

“You can keep walking if that’s what you want,” Giovanni said quietly as people passed by Kim. “I’d understand and I won’t bother you again.”

She didn’t hesitate to turn around, facing a somber Giovanni. He wore a pair of jeans and a new leather jacket. Under his arm was a full-face helmet, while another one dangled from his hand along with a black book bag. “You don’t bother me.”

Not in a bad way.

A faint smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. “Oh?”

“No,” Kim murmured. “And …”

“Hmm?”

“I think I have to ask you some things about …” Kim trailed off, remembering where she was.

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