I sat on the bed, my hand over my throat, still trying to catch my breath as I watched Matteo storm out of the room. How on earth did my life turn out like this? I blame that asshole Marcello for daring Leon, but I blame Leon more for doing it. Oh gosh. I sighed. I needed some water to drink; I just hoped that I didn't bump into any of those DeLuca brothers. I hated all of them now.
I walked out of the room and headed down the stairs into the kitchen. Great—no one was in sight. I took a glass from the shelf and poured water from the faucet, trying to steady my shaky hands. I lifted the glass to my lips, desperate for the cooling effect to calm the fire inside my chest.
"Hey, Sophia."