Until I Wrote Him
“Try me.”
“Ah, but violence doesn’t suit you tonight,” Fabiano teased, his Italian accent wrapping around every word like velvet. “Not when you have a lady to impress.”
Roman opened his mouth, probably to threaten him again but I spoke before he could.
“Are you two always like this?” I asked, amused despite myself.
“Worse,” Roman said.
“Better,” Fabiano countered.
“Go fuck yourself Rossi” Roman hissed with impatience
“Why would I?”Fabiano asked with a glint in his eyes “When my mi amor is right here, right Bella?” He teased and the look Roman gave him was enough to send him to his grave.