Adriana
I woke up to light slaps across my cheek. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. My lashes fluttered open, and all I saw was an old woman hovering over me with a feather duster in hand.
“What is—” I croaked, groggy, my body still sore from last night with Matteo.
Then another slap came, only this time it wasn’t her palm, it was the damn duster. Dust exploded across my face, choking me, falling into my hair.
I sat up, furious, yanking the sheets around me. “What on earth is wrong with you? Does Matteo sleep with women this old now? Get the hell out of my home!”
Her lips pulled back in a cruel grin. “You little brat. Who the f**k are you calling old? I’m tired of the Don’s little girlfriends prancing around here like they own the place. I have work to do. Move.”
Her tone made
