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Ragged, shallow breaths. Fingers tracing the edge of her ribcage. Her skin was so cold. So perfect.
Carefully he kissed her cold lips, drinking in the taste of her. He traced her neck with his lips, gently, softly. Hands moving from below her ribcage, one of them up to cop one of her breasts, the other moved down to carefully slide her skirt off.
She was so beautiful. So perfect.
Carefully, very carefully, he laid her down on the bed. Instantly, the white pillow beneath her head was stained a reddish brown. But he was too busy placing little butterfly-kisses on her clavicle to notice or even care. So absorbed by her being was he, that he didn't even hear the soft creaking of the door opening, and rapidly closing again.

The youngest brother headed downstairs quickly.
Opened the fridge and chugged a beer in less than two minutes.
"Drinking, at this hour?"
Fabrizio always sounded like a mother when he said that. Not their mother, ofcourse, but a mother.
"Just walked in on Leandro fucking a corpse."
He put the empty beer bottle down with a sigh.
Alessa didn't even need to turn around to know that Fabrizio's face had turned an angry shade of red.