NADIA

Luciano was already coming after me, “What took you so long?” he asked, his tone sharper than I'd expected.

“I spilled my drink, remember?” I said, avoiding his gaze.

“I know. But do you know how long you've been gone for?”

“I'm not your puppet, Luciano.”

“Shut it and come with me.” He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the place.

Why was he so angry about me taking a long time?

“You're hurting my wrist, Luciano” I winced, but he paid no heed, until we were outside the place and close to the car. He opened the door and motioned for me to enter, slamming the door...