*Giovani*
Again.
They'd struck again.
“Bastards," I growled under my breath, barely two seconds from launching my fists through the f*****g wall.
It took a great deal of self-restraint to make it here without snapping at everyone around me, especially Olivia. Her disappointment of heading back was suffocating, probably dripping off her in waves, but there was nothing I could do.
They'd f*****g done it again.
I would have preferred to remain in Paris, too, but I had responsibilities and a duty to the family, something Olivia still didn't understand.
I took a deep breath, correcting myself. My own guilt of rushing her back was intertwined with my anger, both creating a bomb ready to explode at any minute. It wasn't fair of me to lecture Olivia.
She would've left me long ago if s
