LUCA'S POV
I felt f*****g terrible. My head banged heavily — one would think I'd gotten used to alcohol after my several binging episodes, but no. I still felt every painful hangover. My poor liver, having to put up with the toxic liquid I pour down into it every day.
Drawing out a long sigh, I reached for the table, popping the ibuprofen into my mouth and gulping the water slowly before finally parting my eyes widely.
"f**k! You scared me!" I screamed, jolting slightly before raking my fingers through my hair, seeing Macini standing awkwardly by the door, both arms crossed over his frame, leaning against the door.
"Got your head together? Because we have a lot of crap to deal with," Macini complained, his tone sharp. The events of last night sank into my mind, and I felt a stab in my
