Greg's POV
Aurora wasn’t talking.
Goddamn it, she wasn’t saying a word, and it was driving me insane.
I glared at her, the silence between us heavy and suffocating. Every f*****g second that passed felt like a punch to my chest.
How on earth could she just stand there, refusing to speak, after everything?
“Perché diavolo non parli?” I spat out in Italian, running a hand through my hair.
Aurora flinched at my tone, but she still said nothing.
I couldn’t take it anymore. In one swift motion, I closed the space between us and grabbed her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to meet my gaze. Her eyes were wide, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, but I didn’t care.
“Stai davvero mettendo alla prova la mia pazienza, donna,” I whispered, my voice low and dangerous.
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