~VALENTINO’S POV~
I was already seething when we left the university gates, but now? I was seconds away from combustion.
I was boiling.
Not just mad, fuckiing volcanic.
And if Rocco didn’t put more force on that damn gas pedal, I was going to lose my mind right there in the back seat.
“Faster!” I barked from the back seat, my hands clenched into fists on either side of me.
Giulia sat in the front, giving directions like a freaking goggle map.
“Turn left! Left! We’re almost there—about five minutes—”
“This car is too slow, move this fuckiing car,” I snapped impatiently, my voice cracking across the car like a whip.
“Boss,” Rocco said, glancing at me through the rearview mirror, “I’m already pushing the limit of—”
“I don’t give a flying fuckk,” I cut him off, eyes narrowing.
“You
