Chapter 137 CHAPTER 137: REALLY FUCKING BAD

ANDREA’S POV

“Thank you, baby,” I said, taking the dishes Matteo handed me from the dining room.

“You know you don’t have to do that, right?” Kade said, reaching for the dishes I balanced precariously in my arms. “I have staff for that.”

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “It’s only a couple of plates.” I started moving toward the kitchen when I paused.

“Matteo, where’s your brother?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I said I didn’t want to go with him, so he went alone.”

I frowned. “Went wh—”

The dishes in my arms crashed to the floor with a deafening smash as I suddenly doubled over, clutching my chest.

“Andrea!”

Kade rushed to me and wrapped his arms around me. “What’s wrong?!” he asked in alarm.

I groaned. “I—”

I looked up to see Matteo clutching at his chest, too, his eyes filling with tears.

“Luca,” I whispered in horror.

“Wha—”

I pushed away from Kade and ran blindly, letting the stabbing ache pull me in the right direction.