Diego's POV

“I’m fine,” I snarled. “You don’t need to keep fucking petting me.”

Carlotta froze, her hands hovering inches away from my skin.

I cursed inwardly as I attempted to act like a normal human being to my fiancée. “Fuck. Forget it. I’m just—”

“On edge,” she filled in. “I know. It’s okay.”

I looked up to see her eyes filling with tears. “Carlotta, I believe you, okay?” I said. “I don’t have faith in a word that fuck said to us.”

She smiled ...