Chapter 115

“Buongiorno.”

The unfamiliar greeting jolted Gen awake. Matteo suddenly sprang upright, pressing her back onto the bed just as a handgun appeared in his hand out of nowhere. A sharp crack echoed through the cabin. Gen shrieked, instinctively covering her ears. Silence fell heavily in the small space. Her breath came in quick, shallow bursts as she cautiously turned her head toward Matteo. He sat up, the sheets tangled around his waist, his hair messy from sleep. Squinting, he tried to focus on the shadowy figure standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his gun unwaveringly trained on the intruder.

Gen shifted her gaze to the doorway and found Alessio Palladino standing there, an unimpressed expression on his face.

His eyes flicked casually to the bullet hole in the wall, just inches from where his head had been moments before. “La tua mira è sbagliata, Cugino,” he said dryly.

“That was a warning shot, Stronzo,” Matteo growled, loosening his grip on Gen’s arm.

Alessio’s eyes swept over the two of them, tangled naked beneath the sheets. “Benvenuti in Italia. Alzarsi.”

“Cazzo. One minute. Go away,” Gen hissed, drawing startled looks from both men before she burrowed back under the covers.