Chapter 17. A disaster.

Stephanie Miller.

My eyes widen, seeing the sixty text messages coming from Matt. I swallow hard and feel the bile rise in my throat.

Vincenzo raises an eyebrow and tells me. “What’s wrong, babe?”

In a whisper, I told him. It’s Matt.

He frowns as he asks. “What’s going on with Matt?”

I showed him the cell phone, and he went to see it.

He frowns more and says. “Would you like to read it? Do you want me to delete them? Do you want me to read them? Whatever you want, I will do it. But you got to tell me what you want, babe.”

I feel the tears threatening to come, but something else is also threatening to come. I run to the bathroom and empty my stomach completely.

Since I have eaten nothing, the only thing I vomited was bile. The three of them follow me to the bathroom, while it is Vicenzo who caresses my back.

He tells me. “There, there, babe. Let it go.”

I push his arm as I say. “Leave me alone, I’m disgusting.”

His anger is absolute as he grabs my face with both hands tightly