Luca pov.

I groaned in frustration. Immediately, I saw Jenny's plastered smile. Seriously? What did this girl want? I thought I drove her out of my room a moment ago. Frustration washed within me, itching my skin. I needed time to concentrate, time to think about what Sabrina just said. To know which side I should be on. What I needed was a cool bath, playing Rose’s white Mustang, a song I felt was too feminine till now. Now that she was gone, I would gladly attach myself to anything that would give me a close connection with Rose. Not this twat that was standing before me with a fake...