"I've been sued?!"
The bedroom was a mess of half-open drawers, clothes thrown into a suitcase, and a bitter silence broken only by Rio's voice.
He limped across the floor, bandages tugging at his side, waving the lawsuit papers like a torch about to set the room on fire.
"What the f**k is this?!" His voice cracked through the room in anger. "What the f**k does this mean?!" He shook the papers so hard they crumpled. "He's suing me…" he spat the word like bile, "suing me to drop the Romero name?"
Gianna didn't answer. Her face was tight, pale, and unreadable as she folded another blouse and pressed it flat in her suitcase.
Rio dragged a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. "I can't believe the f*****g audacity of that Jackson. After everything? He sues me? Me?
