|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||

" Why are you taking him here?", Kiera questioned, eyeing my drunkard state a bit suspiciously. I grew stiff in nervousness. Never in my life, I thought that I would pretend to be drunk just to get a girl's attention. Well, I didn't have any other choice left.

One more day had passed in Italy and she had been fucking ignoring me. I assumed that my grandpa had spoken nothing but shit to her but how could I tell her that I burn for her. It was harder for me to stay away from her when she was mad at me. Perhaps, I should...