"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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After my conversation with Maria, I go back upstairs to shower and change out of my workout clothes. I put the slip of paper with Ivan's number in the drawer of my bedside table.
After my shower, I go through my clean washing to find something to wear. As I look through it, I stumble across a white hoodie that most definitely isn't mine. I crack open the door, keeping my naked body, save for the towel wrapped around me, behind it and see a maid walking past.
"Excuse me." I call.
She stops and turns to face me. She looks to be in her late fifties to early sixties.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I think this got mixed in with my laundry. Do you know who it belongs to?" I ask and pass the hoodie to her.
She checks the size before holding it open in front of her.
"Oh, this is Mr Medici's. Sorry, dear, that's my mistake. I'll put it in his room." She says.
I'm about to let her go when I get an idea.
"Wait." I say and she stops, turning to face me again.
"I'll take care of it. I'm sure you've got enough on your plate as it is." I say.
"Are you sure?" She asks.
"Positive." I reply and she hands it back over.
I close my door again.
I'm going to need to make a few minor tweaks.
***
"Why is there a cartoon picture of a middle finger on the back of your hoodie?"
Once I made my adjustments, I got changed and decided to go back down to the basement to talk to Kai some more, seeing that everyone else was busy with recruiting day.
"It's not just any cartoon, it's Mickey Mouse's middle finger. Do you like it?" I ask. "I printed it out and ironed it on so it's not going anywhere."
"I just don't understand why you would vandalise a piece of your own clothing." He replies.
"It's not mine. This is Enzo's hoodie that got mixed in with my laundry so I decided to keep it. Do you like it or not?" I ask and turn back around.
"Yes. I love it." He answers, dryly.
"Please try to contain your excitement." I say.
He rolls his eyes.
"You wanna come upstairs and eat and watch t.v with me?" I ask.
"I thought Mr Medici gave you an assignment to find the Russian mafia leader." He replies.
