#Chapter43

Men From Italy-01

Rebecca woke up the next morning in Vincent bed with his arms strongly secured around her waist. She smiled thinking about the night before. It had been amazing and she didn’t have even a little regret. She knew they were just killing time and she was okay with that.

She felt a small pang of hungry and decided to get up and make breakfast. She tried to wiggle out of Vincent’s hold but it only tightened the more she moved. “Stay,” Vincent said sleep still thick in his voice. Rebecca couldn’t help but smile she liked that the big bad mafia man was a cuddler.

“I’m...