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In this moment I want to curse him out and hit him so hard.
“All I need is your fucking help to get away from my father’s men. Stop being such a fuckhead to me.”
“I don’t owe you shit, Adriana. We were both horny and we’ve fucked. It was just a fling and nothing more. I’m not some goddamn knight in shining armor to save you from your father.”
I’m struggling to keep my eyes dry in front of him. “Fuck you, Alessandro. I’m such an idiot to think you’d be reasonable enough to help me out.”
He points to the door and walks to the bathroom.
“I’m losing my patience, Adriana. You’d better be going before I keep you as my prisoner in my basement. Cause right now that is a very tempting thought for me… my revenge on Gustavo for taking down my men.”
I stare at his back view, full of disdain. His body is all ink and muscle.
“My men will have great use of you.”
He turns to glare at me through the corner of his eyes. There’s no emotion in them. I can’t stand the sight of him any longer. My chest is heaving in anger as my blood boils, scourging through my veins. I’ve never felt this used before.
“I despise you with every fiber of my being!”
I run out of his room and slam the door shut.
Tears roll down my eyes as I reach for the door and walk to my car. I burst into tears as I slide into my car and start the engine.
I zoom off in haste, not wanting to ever see his fucking face again. I hate him so much.
The guards open the gate for me as I arrive at my father’s house. I wipe my tears before stepping out and hurriedly walking into the house.
It was just a few hours ago I thought I left this house forever, just to come back to it more hurt than ever before. What a fool…
Father isn’t in the living room. Thank God. I can’t let him see me like this.
“My daughter, Adriana.”
I stop in my tracks, hearing his voice from the study room. He is on a call and I just heard my name.
“Ginerva, Adriana can marry your son, Alessandro, as part of the deal.”
My heart skips a beat.
What? Fucking no.
I run into my room, replaying his words in my head. Father wants to give me out to that asshole for a deal.
A fucking deal.
Who am I to him?
I take out a bag and stuff some clothes in it. I'm refusing to stay anywhere near this fucking house −or Alessandro’s− one more minute.
I slip out of my room with the bag in my hand. Father is still in the study room as I leave the house. I walk to my car, running away from all of this.
This time, for good.
Chapter seven
Alessandro
A Month Later
