“Here. That’s five thousand dollars. Luca will contact you with more details soon,” Sandro said as he parked in front of the hotel. A doorman opened my door. Sandro didn’t follow me as I got out of the car, only gave the doorman information about the reservation. The moment the doorman had lifted my luggage out of the trunk, Sandro drove off, leaving me alone. I stared after the car. Nobody was watching me. I was free.
Then why did freedom feel like my new prison?
Matteo
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Luca muttered as he followed me into my apartment.
“This is my home. I’m not an invalid. I won’t have another sleepover at your place,” I said. I was still feeling fucking dizzy but I wasn’t going to admit it to Luca. I walked into my bedroom, Luca close behind me. If he didn’t stop it soon, I’d kick his ass.
I stopped in the middle of the room. The drawers were ajar. I didn’t have to look into them to know they were empty.
“She moved out this morning,” Luca said.
“I know.”
I could feel Luca’s eyes on me. “You should stay with Aria and me. It’s almost Christmas. Do you want to spend the holidays sulking?”
“I don’t care about Christmas. And I’m not sulking. I’m supposed to rest, remember?” I pointed at my head, then walked over to the bed and lied down. “And I don’t want you to watch me while I sleep.”
“You will have dinner with Aria and me tonight. I don’t care if I have to drag you into my penthouse, but you will be there.”
I nodded. “Let me sleep.”
He finally left. Of course there was no way I could sleep. My eyes darted toward the dressing room with its empty shelves. Gianna was really gone, and this time I wasn’T going to hunt her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Gianna
I stared out of the window of my hotel room. It was dinner time but I wasn’t hungry. I hadn’t left the room since I’d checked in this morning. Did freedom always feel this lonely?
My phone beeped with a message. It was from Aria.
Matteo broke down again. He’s unconscious.
I called her immediately, my heart hammering in my chest. She picked up after the first ring. “Where is he?” I asked.
“At our place. He’s in the guest bedroom. The doc says he needs to stay in bed. He overexerted himself too soon after the crash.”
“I’m coming over.”
“You are?” Aria asked in a hopeful voice.
“Yes. Tell Luca he should get used to my presence again.”
I could practically hear Aria smiling. “I knew it.” She paused. “I’ll send Sandro over.”
“No, I’m taking a cab. I’ll be there soon.”
When I arrived in the apartment, Luca barred my way. “What is she doing here?”
“I want to see Matteo,” I said. And I didn’t care if I had to knock out Luca to do it.
Luca glared. “Get the fuck away.”
“Luca, please,” Aria whispered.
I tried to walk past Luca but he didn’t let me. “Let me see my husband.”
“Matteo can’t use the emotional stress right now. You leaving and then returning won’t help with his recovery,” Luca growled. I had a feeling his words would have been much worse if Aria weren’t standing beside him. “If you stay now, you’ll stay for good. I’m done with your games.”
“I’m not leaving again.”
Luca sent me a doubtful look but he stepped back. I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward the guest bedroom and stormed inside. Matteo was asleep. I lay down beside him, determined to keep watch over him until he opened his eyes.
Matteo
A soft hand held onto mine. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision. I felt like a total wimp for having passed out. Fuck. I’d been shot and stabbed and even burnt before, and a stupid hit to the head brought me down to my knees. It was a disgrace. I turned my head. Gianna was curled up beside me, her hand clutching mine. Her clothes were wrinkly and her hair a complete mess as if she’d been at my side for a while.
Her face was mostly covered by her unruly hair. I felt the irresistible urge to see her expression. Slowly, carefully I sat up and brushed a few strands away with my free hand. Gianna looked like a fucking angel in sleep. Too beautiful to be real. Her thick lashes rested on her pale skin. I trailed a fingertip over her high cheekbone, enjoying the softness of her skin. Her eyes fluttered beneath her lids and then they peeled open. She blinked sleepily until her gaze finally focused on me.
I waited for her to let go of my hand and jump off the bed like it had caught fire. At the very least I expected some ridiculous excuse for why she was here, holding my hand. I doubted Luca had dragged her back. He knew I didn’t want him to.