I broke apart from the kiss, both of us gasping for air, each breath showing in the cold nighttime air.

"W-We should take this somewhere else," I breathed, trying to compose myself.

I felt Moretti's hands tighten, one on my waist, one in my hair. "Right," he smiled.

I let him lead me back inside, the heat inside the building hitting my cool face. His strides were long and quick, and my feet did not hesitate to follow his.

"Where are you taking me?" I giggled, excitement bubbling beneath my skin.

He turned around, his face close to mine. He lifted a single long finger to my lips. "Shh, it's a secret, my Bella." He smirked at my gaping expression and turned back around just as quickly.

I sighed and huffed out of annoyance but decided against asking any more questions. Instead, focusing on the sound of my heels and his shoes hitting the marble floor.

Finally, he stopped. And before I knew it, I was being dragged into a guest room. Only one lamp was turned on, giving the entire room a dark glow.

I looked to the bed to Moretti with a smirk, my eyes telling him exactly how I was feeling. He didn't hesitate to step towards me, taking my waist with one hand, and wrapping my hair up in his other hand. He gave it a slight tug, pulling my head back to meet him for a kiss. He crouched down a bit, adjusting to our noticeable size difference.

I traced my hand over his sharp and defined jawline, feeling my way down his neck and shoulders gently. Once both hands reached his shoulders, I roughly shoved him back on the bed, smiling widely.

He didn't falter in his movements, instead he pulled me on top of his lying figure, running his hands from my hair all the way down to my thighs, gripping them tightly.

He leaned up, his mouth meeting my ear. I could feel his lips and his hot breath. He growled, "Oh, the things that I am going to do to-"

The door whipped open, revealing a very distressed and out of breath Santiago. "Y-You guys...I found you."

Both mine and Moretti's head turned towards the door, breaking away. Santiago's eyes widened in shock as I realized I was still right on top of Moretti...and his hands were still on my ass.

Not that I had a problem with that.

What I did have a problem with was the unwelcome visitor in the doorway.

"This better be fucking good," I said darkly to a very sweaty Santiago, who was still trying to catch his breath.

He finally spoke again, "I-It's Mary."

I heard Moretti's gruff voice below me, "What about her, Santiago?"

"She-She's," He lifted his and to his chest, stilling breathing heavily.

He must've been running all over trying to find us. He couldn't catch a breath.

Moretti didn't seem to care about that, though. "Spit it out," He barked at Santiago. His brows pulled together and formed a little crinkle above his nose. I tried to focus on the conversation at hand and not spend too much time admiring him. So I turned my attention back to Santiago.

"Mary is," he huffed, "Mary is gone."