“Lucas, please calm down.” I rub his back as he cries into my arms.
“We need to get out of here.” Francesco looks at us worriedly, and I nod.
“Let’s go home, Lucas.” I get up, helping him up as well.
We have sat here for almost an hour with Lucas crying on me, and that broke my heart.
I take Lucas by the arm, and we walk back to our villa. I sit Lucas down on the couch, and I grab a bottle of water, handing it over to him.
He drinks it, and I sigh.
The rest of the boys walked into the house, locking it behind them.
“I don’t f*****g know where it is safe anymore.” Alex shouts, and he punches the wall hard.
“Alex, please calm down.” I was busy rubbing Lucas’s back as Alex started to lose his s**t.
“This is so f****d up, Cass. I can’t f*****g do this anymore.” He takes a glass
