Dirty Saint
"Is Alessandro fucking this one too?"
Not expecting the accusation, my eyebrows twitched in surprise. He wasn't directly asking me the question, but I felt the need to answer. Unfortunately, another guy beat me to it. This one had a scar running from the left side of his forehead, down to his chin, making it look like he was wearing a kind of half mask. It definitely made him look more dangerous. He looked just as ripped as Alessandro, wearing a fitted tee that accentuated his muscles. "She has a room here."
Mop-like hair's eyebrows rose to his fucking hairline. "She must be a really good fuck, huh?"