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Chapter 23: Carlo Salvatore

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Alessa sat on the sofa. She wore a skimpy short and one of Marco's shirts she had taken from his closet, her bare legs were tucked under her as she tapped away on the screens of her mobile phone.

Marco sat directly across from her, his face showed how exhausted he must have been from the activities of the day, yet he sat there and admired her with what seemed like pride. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he turned from side to side on the rotating chair he sat on. His tie was loose and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, a rare display of ease from Marco. A half-finished chess game sat on the beautiful wooden furniture between them, Alessa's king trapped in a cunning gambit Marco had used.

“You're cheating,” Alessa said as she untucked her right foot and slightly nudged his left knee with it.

“Yes I am, and that is because you taught me how to” Marco countered, grinning as he took her rook.

The tension between them has gotten easy in recent days. She was always happy to have
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