Chapter Twenty Five – Don Ricardo Simoncelli
Eva looked at Marco as he once again held her hand, as they walked up the stone steps to the large terracotta coloured house that stood before them surrounded by guards with rifles slung over their shoulders. Dressed in his perfectly tailored black trousers, his trademark black shirt open at the neck, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, you would have to be blind not to appreciate just how hot her husband was and given they had somewhat agreed to try and be friends, or civil with each other, Eva was having a hard time to not give in to the attraction she felt.
As Marco looked at his wife, he felt a small puff of pride, she looked effortlessly stunning, dressed in a dark blue sundress with a white croquet cardigan, he chuckled interna
