[Amelia]
Resting on my side, I lay in the dark for about 15 minutes before I heard the sound of dishes shattering and Vanessa’s shrill voice cursing in a stream of vicious Italian. Clenching the bedsheets in my fists. Every shattering crash of glass makes my head pound as my stomach lurches as my heart stutters nervously. Closing my eyes, I bite my lip and pray for the noise to stop.
“Signorina Blasi,” Mateo’s voice was brisk but pleading as he escorted her to the other side of the villa. “There is no need for this. These are Signore Blasi’s orders.”
“My cousin doesn’t run this house!” She screeched in protest. “He’s just an adopted so…!”
There is a hard slap followed by a moan of outrage. “You bastard. You think you can slap me?”
“Take her to the other side of the compound,” Mateo
