I stare at Alessio like he’s lost his damn mind. “Do you have a problem with me or something?” I ask, but he just keeps glaring at me.
Seriously, what the f**k is his deal?
“Okay, look…” I start, trying to sound reasonable even though I kinda wanna slap him. “Maybe you’re pissed because you saw me holding Dante’s hand, but it’s not like that. The plan…”
“Why did you go into that room?” he cuts me off, his voice sharp and bitter. “Why?”
Oh. So that’s it. He’s mad about Mara.
“Dante took me there,” I say, folding my arms. I’m not about to take the blame for something I didn’t even decide on.
“Why the hell would my brother take you there?” Alessio snaps. “Has he forgotten it was your father who made her like that?”
“I know,” I say quickly, trying not to lose it. “And I’m sorry, Alessio
