“Who the f**k cares what you want!” he yells and launches the TV remote at me. I barely have time to duck and avoid being hit in the head.
“You’ll do as I say, and you’ll watch yourself. I’ll have Zanetti report to me on your behavior. Is that clear?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
“Good. Now, get out! I can’t bear to look at you!”
I fling the door open and dash out of the room. Running down the hall, I ignore the curious stares of people as I pass them. Only once I’ve reached the sidewalk in front of the hospital do I stop. My heart is beating out of my chest and I’m struggling for every breath.
A hand lands on my upper arm, long strong fingers squeezing lightly.
“Did he do anything?” Alessandro’s voice rasps over my back.
I close my eyes and shake my head. Pathetic. Rocco was in bed,
