MACCINI'S POVThe door squeaked open, the thrumming music from the clubhouse filling straight into the room as I glanced in its direction.“Well shut the door, the noise is making me sick,” I blurted out, irritated, giving a cold shiver before turning back towards the bottle on the shelf. I grabbed it, heading to the couch to slouch deeper into it, ignoring Luca’s stares lingering on me.He shut the door before making his way in, casually glancing around and fuming beneath his breath.“Didn’t hide well enough? I knew you’d come sniffing around. And I guess it was obvious I didn’t want visitors.” I groaned, hating how I’d been disturbed. I lifted the tip of the glass to my lips to meet with Luca’s deadly glare. Scoffing, I slammed the cup back against the table with a frustrated huff.“The fuck do you want, Luca? Say whatever it is you need to and be gone already,” I spoke, not minding my harshness or the anger laced into my words.“For starters, while you’ve been sulking here, your hu
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