Chapter Fifteen

Brad had been in there too long. What was he doing? What were they discussing? Was Rocco ratting me out? Of course he was. I nibbled on my nails and paced the side walked as I waited. How did he even know I was here?

Brad walked through the front entrance and I raced to him. Ready to bombard him with questions.

“What did you talk about?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

“There’s no way it could be nothing.”

“Go home Gianna.”

His features turned to ice like an entire lake during the winter.

“Wait, he didn’t give you the right version. Let me explain.” My face became hot and my voice swelled with emotion.

I shouldn’t care, what he thinks, but I couldn’t stand that he found me that way; bent over a desk with Rocco’s hand in my ass.

“I believe the version I saw Gianna.”

“No, come on.” I didn’t like the way my voice cracked and that I was on the verge of tears.

“Just get in the car. I’ll take you home.”

There was no room for protest. He walked back into the club. Whether to get away from me or drink hi