ARYA’S POV
I staggered backward, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
Giovanni advanced on me like a predator, controlled fury radiating from every line of his body.
"I asked you a question." His voice was so quiet, it was worse than shouting. "Where. The f**k. Have you been?"
"I-" My voice broke.
He pushed past Matteo like he wasn't even there, closing the distance between us.
This close, I could see the blood wasn't all his and the rage in his eyes was terrifying.
"I trusted you," he spat. "I let you into my home, my bed, my f*****g life. And this is how you repay me?"
"I don't understand…” I tried to back away but hit the wall. "Giovanni, what are you talking about?"
"Mr. De Santis, please." Matteo started walking forward.
Giovanni whirled, raising his gun a
