Adriano

“What the hell is going on here?” I yelled, my voice echoing through the house. My heart was pounding hard in my chest as I stared at the mess in front of me. “Are you seriously fighting in my house?”

The sight made my blood boil. Both women looked like they had been in a real battle. This was my house. My rules. And someone had broken them.

“You’re back,” Erica said, trying to stand up. Her hair was messy and her clothes were torn. She looked like she ...