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did someone get in without making any noise? I made sure everything was locked and bolted—the only way someone could have made it in would be to smash the thick glass. I hear the sheer terror in her voice and know I’m going to kill whoever I find in that room with her. I slam her door back against the wall. Scanning the empty room, I hear a banging coming from the bathroom. I’m there in a second, freezing in shock when I see the scene before me.
    There’s no one in the room except Shay.
    A very naked Shay.
    Every inch of her flawless skin all on display.
    My gaze lowers. Fuck. She’s shaved bare, and is beautiful everywhere.
    My mouth waters.
    â€œWhat the fuck, Vinnie? Don’t just stand there perving on me— Kill it!” she yells. It’s only then I notice she’s standing on the bathroom counter, pointing at a giant spider in the corner of the room.
    â€œSeriously?” I rumble, my shock turning into a mixture of anger and lust. “You screamed like someone is murdering you over that little thing?”
    â€œYou consider a spider the size of your hand a little thing?Can you please kill it, Vinnie?” she asks, covering her breasts with her hands. A little late, since I’ve already seen everything, but it brings me back to reality. I grab a towel off the rack and hand it to her, then scoop the spider up in my hand, making her whimper.
    â€œI said kill it, not pat it like a puppy!”
    â€œI’m not fuckin’ killing it,” I growl, even though if it were a human hurting her, I would have put him in the ground. An innocent spider though, I’m just going to release it outside. I leave her room and do just that, freeing it out the back, then return upstairs. This time, being the gentleman that I am, I knock on her door first. She opens it, the towel firmly wrapped around her delectable body.
    â€œI thought someone broke in and was fuckin’ hurting you,” I growl, letting my expression tell her just how unhappy I am.
    She surprises me by not arguing or giving me attitude—but apologizing. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you think something was wrong. But it ran on my foot! On my foot, Vinnie! And I freaked out.” She shivers like she’s remembering it happening. “I hate spiders. And cockroaches. And moths.”
    â€œMoths?” I ask, my eyebrows rising. “The fuck?”
    â€œThey’re filthy,” she says, shuddering. “They attack you in the night like ninjas and jump on your face and shit. And they’re all powdery, how disgusting is that?”
    Ninja moths?
    I look at her, sigh while shaking my head, and then head to my room.
    Looks like I’ll be protecting her from bugs and the Mafia.
    Lucky for her she’s cute.

ELEVEN
Shayla
    I FINISH up with dinner, then put on the TV. Vinnie is outside punching his boxing bag and has been doing so for the last hour. He always likes to keep active; he hardly ever just relaxes and does nothing. I guess that explains his fit body though. By the time he comes in, I’ve already started eating without him.
    â€œYou should have told me dinner was ready,” he says, scowling at my half-finished bowl of spaghetti.
    â€œI didn’t want to disturb you,” I say, licking sauce from my lips. “I put yours in the microwave and the garlic bread is in the oven.”
    â€œI’ll take a quick shower first,” he says, still eyeing my food. “It smells good.”
    â€œTastes good too.”
    A growl of impatience and then he’s gone, leaving me to eat and watch TV in peace. He’s back twenty minutes later, with his own bowl, much larger than mine. He sits right next to me, our thighs touching. “What are we watching? Where’s the remote?”
    â€œWhy? You aren’t changing it,” I say, slipping the remote into the side of the couch. “You can watch after this is over.”
    â€œI