Vittorio POV At The DeLuca Mansion
“Get. Out.”
I didn’t whisper it. I didn’t scream it. I said it like a sentence.
The moans from my bedroom were getting louder.
My boots slammed down the marble hallway, the cane tapping beside me like a ticking bomb. I could hear the thud of skin on skin. A woman’s breathless gasp. Wet slaps. A man's low growl.
My brother’s growl.
The twin who vanished after Fiorella died. The bastard who left me alone to drown in the wreckage of her loss.
And now?
Valentino was back.
Fucking some long-legged brunette on my sheets.
My sheets.
I kicked the door open so hard the knob smashed into the wall.
I grabbed the lamp and hurled it. It shattered against the wall, missing his skull by an inch.
“You’re in my bed!” I roared. “My f*****g bed, Tino!”
“Vit!”
