GIOVANNI’S POV
My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it.
I woke up in my bed, the morning light stabbing through my eyelids like knives.
Everything hurt; my head, my body, even my f*****g teeth. And I smelled terrible, like whiskey and sweat.
What the hell happened last night?
I dragged myself to the shower, letting the scalding water beat down on my shoulders. The heat helped, but the pounding in my skull persisted.
And I was certain that I must have drunk an entire bottle. Maybe two.
By the time I was dressed in clean clothes, I felt human again. The door to my room burst open without warning.
Enzo stormed inside, and the look on his face made me pause mid-button.
"What?" I asked.
He stared at me, his jaw so tight I could hear his teeth grinding.
"Enzo. What'
