Fright.
Mauro's POV
I was furious—absolutely enraged. How dare Franco hit me! In my entire life, we’ve had our disagreements, but now he’s coming here, pretending to be a gentleman with my spouse. Who does he think he is?
“Ouch! What’s wrong with you? Let go of me!”
He shoved me, and I fell onto the bed.
“You’re a brute! You’re rough! I hate you!”
“Watch your mouth, young lady!” he snapped. “I’ve put up with your tantrums for far too long. Now, put on something decent and come downstairs to eat. I’m turning my back on you; I need to get out of here before I take my anger out on you.”
“You can’t force me!” I shouted. Something fell on my head—was it a pillow? Was he joking?
“You’re exhausting my patience,” he said, his voice cold. “If you enjoy being locked up so much, then stay her
