Alora's POV
Once in my room, I plopped on my bed, burying my head into my pillow and screaming out my frustrations. A million thoughts were colliding in my head, but one of them stood out: This was all Dante Bellini's fault.
Because of him, I had just had a very awkward moment with Luca, and an even worse, terrifying encounter with someone who could be after my life while in this house. Even Luca seemed unsure of my safety. Now I had to protect myself from the Italian Mafia's best assassin. Great. Just great, Alora.
"God, why am I so stupid?" I screamed into my pillow.
"It's a good thing, you know."
I stiffened on the bed, a glare forming on my face. Without her expecting it, I grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at her.
My face fell when Vittoria caught it effortlessly, her lip
