Naughty or Nice?

Warning: These two can not tell the truth. They are not what they seem, this assassin and this thief. 

Our story starts with a meeting between Falcon and Angel. A chance meeting in a dark alley? Hardly. For them, there are no coincidences. Soon, they will be running for their lives and that is definitely not by chance. Not as long as il Dragone wants them dead. 

With any luck Falcon and Angel will remember who they are and what they must do to stay one step ahead of il Dragone. What they must do to stay alive.  

“Where to, Angel?”

Angelina stood up. “Casa di Città. Do you know it?”

“Do I know it? Hey, you took my room.” He took a
step closer, unable to stop himself.

No, he could have stopped himself. He was trained
for this role and could slip in and out of it easily. He just didn’t want to.

She was making him feel things, like this was
something other than an investigation. This could be their first date, if it
were not for the gun in his jacket. And the Stradivarius.

“Was that your room?” There was not a shred of
sincerity in the sympathetic smile that did not reach Angelina’s eyes.

He gave her a curt nod. “I even called ahead, made a
reservation. When I got there they told me it was a full house.”

The way she bit her lip in an attempt to stifle a
giggle drew him even closer. When he reached behind her for the violin case,
hard nipples grazed his chest.

A jolt of lust shot straight through his loins,
nearly crippling him. She did not move away, and that was not good.

He knew why he was reacting to her this way. He
would have to be dead not to. She was gorgeous. But for all she knew, he could
be a serial killer. He tried to ignore the fact that she wanted him too. She
was too trusting and at this rate, he would have her horizontal in minutes.

He jerked to attention in his jeans, took a step
back and handed her the case. “The owner smiled when he told me this.”

“Signor Parisi smiled? I don’t believe I have ever
seen him do that. That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” This time the giggle erupted
from her in husky melody. It wrapped around that part of him that wanted to
pound into her.

She turned away, but not before her cheeks flushed
with color. “If I were you I should never darken Signor Parisi’s doorstep
again. Take my business elsewhere.”

There were two reasons he didn’t pull her close and
kiss her then. One was the earlier attack. She had experienced enough today,
and things had suddenly become complicated. Second, he needed her complete
trust. They must be friends first. Still, he wondered how long she would make
him wait before he could lay her down.

“Tony?”

“Yes?” The warm vanilla limbs wrapped around him
disintegrated before his eyes.

“I asked where you took your business.”

“I’m staying with a friend on the Piazza Barberi until
the tourists either have mercy or have had their full of Naples and a room
becomes available.”

“That’s near the old churchyard, isn’t it? I pass it
on the way to the Conservatory.”

“So, Bella, we are
neighbors. Let’s go home.”

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