He doesn’t say a word. Just nods soberly.
Left with no alternative, I dress quickly and leave the kitchen.
Lucio’s eyes never leave me.
I’d been trying for two hours now, but my head is disturbed. The s*x with Lucio is a mindfuck in andof itself.
And then there’s the question of the mole.
As in, the mole who’s in the cellar right now.
Unguarded, if I heard Lucio correctly. My men will be back in the morning.
Doesn’t that imply that there’s no one down there right now?
I get out of bed and pad over to the windows.
They aren’t sealed like the windows were in my first room. The door to my room isn’t locked, either.
A gesture of good faith. A symbol of trust between Lucio and myself.
A trust I will most certainly be violating if I leave my room tonight.
“s**t,” I mutter under my br
