~Tiara
I ignored his question, my voice cutting through the tension in the room. “If you’re so curious, Giovianni, why don’t you call her and find out yourself?”
His eyes narrowed, frustration and confusion battling on his face. “How the f**k do you know Sarah?” he demanded again, his voice rising.
Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his movements erratic and unsteady. “Answer me!” His hand shot out, grabbing my arm roughly.
I yanked my arm free, shoving him back with all the force I could muster. “Don’t you dare lay your hands on me!” I snapped, my voice trembling with anger.
Giovianni stumbled, the stench of alcohol thick in the air between us. “Tiara, I’m not done talking to you!” he slurred, trying to steady himself.
But I was done. I turned on my
