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Pov. Francesca
I sat up in my bed, as I heard a window shut. Groaning in annoyance I tried to punch Massimo to get him close it, unfortunately I punched the mattress.
I looked out the window, sitting up, my blurred for moment. Take your irons. Tiredly I made my way to the kitchen, stopping by the front door, then sneaking in the kitchen to get some melted icecream. Mission liked his icecream melted so I had to go with it. Honestly disgusting.
Downstairs shattered a vase shattered. I winced in shock. Imminently, hiding.
From my spot I saw Massimo, he went in, shutting the door aggressively, a men was with him, much more calm, in utter piece he fixed his suit, eyes pinned on Massimo, a smug smirk playing around his lips.
That men looked fine.
I shut my eyes as Massimo raised his hands, attempting to slap the other men. But as I opened them again I saw Massimo pinned against the wall, hands over his head, breathing heavily. The other men had him perfectly, talking dangerously close to Massimos lips? oh yeah his lips, what the hell. It looked hot but what the hell. What the actual hell.
