Chapter 29: THE DON'S HELP

ADRIANA'S POV

I stumbled into the house hours later, a dark look on my face as I scanned around the living room for the man whom I sighted lounging on the couch, his legs crossed and a tentative look on his face.

Son of a ….

"Vincenzo…" I hissed under my breath as I stormed up to him.

He craned his neck slightly to look at me but his gaze didn't falter or show any signs of him even caring that I was angry.

I wasn't angry. I was livid. Furious.

"Seriously?" I spat out as soon as I got close enough to the couch but I kept a reasonable distance away from the man.

He had been on a rampage lately and I was not about to be at his arm's length when I was about to argue with him.

He simply lifted a brow, staring at me, not saying a single thing.