ALESSIA'S POV:
"f**k!" he shouted as he fell to the floor. He turned immediately and glared at me.
"It's me."
I held the mop tightly and just stared at him.
"Why are you sneaking around?"
"Sneaking around?" He scoffed. "In my own damn house? What kind of logic is that? Is your brain—"
I snapped and struck the mop on the ground just beside him. He flinched and looked at it before looking at me.
He shifted his head back as I brought my face closer.
"This is my room, Cesare," I said in a firm tone.
"This is my house." He brought his face closer. He glanced at the mop as I brought it towards his leg.
"Where did you get that?"
"What are you doing here?" I ignored the question.
"I thought you'd gained some sense recently," he scoffed, holding the mop with one hand.
"Stubbornness won
