For the next three hours, Chiara stayed with me at the gun range, chatting about everything from Cristian to Alessa to all the other girls that I had to worry about now. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. I didn’t like Cristian. I just liked the s*x he gave me. That was all.
Definitely.
Yet I couldn’t help but feel jealousy and anger pool in the pit of my stomach. I had already hated that woman after she threatened me. But … I hated her even more now.
“Well, I have some business to take care of,” Chiara said, walking with me out of the shooting range. “Let’s get together later this week. I can bring you shopping. Those clothes that Cristian bought you are definitely not your style. I know a place that is.”
After saying goodbye to her, I strutted to the club, needing a drink after everyt
