Alpha Enzo's POV
As I made my way toward the living room, I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother’s sudden visit. She was supposed to have returned to Italy, but I had no idea she was still in London.
Upon reaching the living room, I found her seated on a single-seater couch with a glass of whiskey in hand. A frown spread across my face as I glared at the drink—she knew I hated her drinking because of her health, and she was purposely doing it to spite me.
“Mother, you’re here,” I said, taking the couch across from her. She narrowed her gaze at me and took another sip, her eyes never leaving mine.
“You smell of s*x,” she remarked, and I frowned but didn’t respond to her comment. “Who is it this time? Another one of your w****s?” she mocked. I swallowed hard, pushing down my anger.
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