Ximena/Angela’s POV
I jolted awake to the noise of things being flung to the floor. My eyes widened in bewilderment as I saw that Alberto had turned the room into trash. The whole place was disorganized; the old TV lay facedown on the floor. The counter he had his drinks on was smashed to the ground. Broken glass and liquid covered the floor, yet he was still smashing flower vases.Suddenly, he whipped his head to my side, and I gasped. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was trembling with anger. His muscles flexed as he dumped the next flower vase in his hand. My heart caught in my throat when he strode to my side.“It’s all your fault!” he growled, his hot breath fanning my face violently. I was almost flung from the chair with the amount of heat radiating from him. “If Hudson doesn’t listen to me, I will send your head to him,” he warned, then spun around. I gasped, my heart hammering in my ribcage. What did Hudson say to him that got him this angry? Oh, d
