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Chapter 14: Right or Wrong

Auteur: David Writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-05 18:32:48

Mariella's POV

Before I could say anything, Enzo slammed his hands against the table, making me flinch. He really did terrify me.

He looked at me, then at Luciano, his eyes darting like a trapped animal.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Enzo flared up, his voice cracking with a sudden, violent defensiveness. He took a step closer, ignoring the protocol of silence. "Who do you think you are? You come in here, a girl who’s been here for just a couple of months, and you start pointing finge
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