Chapter 12

• A movement has me opening my eyes. Marcello is sat up next to me. I should go home, let Clyde know I am alive and okay. I sit up, shit! He ripped my damn dress. "I need to get sorted and get home. I'm expecting a visit at my house." I shouldn't have stayed out last night.
• "Alesandro?" I glance at him confused. "Your visitor." My head shakes slightly.
• "No, my parents. You did rip my dress, right?" I look at him, watching as he nods. "And my underwear?" His shoulders shrug slightly like it is nothing.