Chapter 62

Sasha's POV

I was dozing on the sofa, trying to make some sense out of what happened in the evening, suddenly, the sounds of a quarrel between Valentino and Gabriel outside interrupted my deep thinking.

"Sasha."

"Sasha."

They spoke loudly in the hallway as if I belonged to them and they had every right to protect me. Gabriel screamed and said he was back while Valentino calmly stated that I belonged to him and he had the receipt.

I clenched my fists in anger, wondering how it was even possible for them to come back when I had made it perfectly clear that I wanted them gone. Both appeared not to have the intention to relinquish their stand in asserting their authority over me.

“Sasha is my woman. You’d better not have any ideas,” Valentino’s voice filled the air, the edge of a threat present within his tone.

Gabe twisted his lip into a sneer, his eyes flashing dangerously. “And Sasha is the woman I picked. Do not consider meddling.”

The raw entitlement that they displayed was somethin