•Riccardo•
I gulped down the tequila in the glass in one go and placed the glass back on the counter, the liquid burning through the back of my throat.
"Another shot." I murmured to the bartender.
He looked at me in hesitation. "But-but sir, that's your fourteenth glass--"
I glared at him. "More!"
He nodded his head rapidly. "Yes-yes sir." He said and poured me another shot. I gripped it then gulped it in one go again.
I lowered my head and clenched my fists.
How could she? How could she have done that to me? Is that how heartless she really is? At first, I really thought she was Rosalie. I really didn't want to believe that she was just a lookalike. But with what she did earlier, it is clear. She really is Andrea Queen.
I snorted and gripped the glass tightly and before I knew it,
