Bloody Rose
Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.
Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today.
The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas.
“She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation.
“Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.
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