*Giovani*

I was going to kill him. Figurately or literally, I was still deciding, but either way, I was going to fucking kill him.

I stared at my desk, seething in a complete rage. The absolute disrespect Alessandro had shown at the breakfast table had set off my temper. I could only stew in my anger, not able to do a damn thing about that brat.

If I had it my way, he’d be doing manual labor for the next year and a half for the way he was treating not only me but Olivia. ...