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neck, I encourage her to move faster. Ah, that’s it. I close my eyes and pretend she’s Mia. That the noises falling from her lips are the sounds Mia would make. That the scrape of her nails against my inner thighs are Mia’s nails. That the hair tangled around my knuckles is Mia’s hair.
    And I come.
    Hard and fast.
    Mia’s name on my lips.
    * * *
    “You’re sick.” Claudia tells me as she watches Francesca sashay out of our home a little while later.
    I crane my neck to watch Francesca’s ass as she walks down the steps leading from the main entrance of our home to her car. “Why?”
    Claudia rolls her eyes. “That…” she waves her palm in circles, gesturing to the front door, to Francesca “…is gross. That girl has slept with every guy I know.”
    I laugh. “I didn’t bang her.” I shake my head. “Not after Sandro.”
    Claudia makes a choking sound in her throat and coughs loudly.
    “You okay?” I smack her on the back.
    She nods after several seconds, her cheeks red and her eyes watering. “You guys are disgusting.” She grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and disappears from the kitchen.
    I laugh. “Claudia, don’t judge,” I call after her.
    Her bedroom door slams in response.
    Ah, well, what to do now? I pick up my car keys and dial Sandro’s number as I walk out of the house to my car.
    “Yeah?” he answers.
    “Want to go grab a few beers? There’s a game on tonight.” I mention, knowing Sandro prefers to watch the AS Roma games at bars with people instead of alone at his home. He likes the atmosphere better.
    “Sure. But first I’ve got a better idea.”
    “What is it?”
    “Come get me. I’ll explain on the way.”
    “See you in a few.” I end the call and slide behind the wheel of my car, pulling onto the main street and turning right to take a shortcut to Sandro’s place.
    When I pull up to Sandro’s, he’s already waiting outside.
    “Hey,” he says, opening the car door and sliding onto the seat. “Heard you hooked up with Francesca.”
    I nod. “Kind of.”
    He chuckles, slapping me on the shoulder. “ Che bella gnocca .”
    I snort in agreement. “Where are we going?”
    “Take a right here, then hang a left at the light.”
    I follow his directions, looking straight ahead for any clues as to where we’re headed. A huge grin splits my face when I see the cars lining up.
    “Good call,” I nod at Sandro.
    He punches my arm. “Knew you’d be up for it.”
    “Hell yeah.”
    I roll down my window. “I’m in,” I tell a hot, scantily-clad girl with long blond hair. Reaching into my wallet, I pull out a stack of bills and hand them to her. She blows me a kiss.
    “Man…” I look at Sandro “…I haven’t done a dig in ages.”
    He nods. “I know. You’ve been working too much.”
    I roll closer to the line, anticipation building, adrenaline beginning to churn. I fucking love racing.
    Especially street racing.
    * * *
    “I knew you’d kill it, Enzo,” Sandro says, bending down to lean his upper body through my car window. He bangs his palm flat against the top of the car door. “Solid run.”
    I fan a large stack of bills at him. I picked up two grand in that dig. Easy as fuck. “Get in.”
    He sits in the passenger seat, shutting the door and grabbing the cash from my hand. He shoves it into the center console.
    “Want to go watch the game?” I ask, checking the time. If we hurry, we can still watch the second half and have a few beers. And maybe a steak. My stomach growls and I realize I’m hungry.
    “Want to hit some casinos in Sanremo instead?” Sandro asks, looking bored.
    I laugh good-naturedly. Sanremo is hours away; we’ll definitely have to crash there for the night. Sandro always knows how to have a good time, how to party. And how to keep his mouth shut. That’s why he’s my best friend.
    “Fuck yeah. Let’s go. But I need to eat something first.” I make a hard right, shifting gears as I coast onto the