Chapter 7. Now, Wash Me

Georgia’s POV

“You can all leave,” Ennio thunders, making the maids scurry away like confused ants.

I gulp a chunk of saliva, watching him stand in front of me in nothing but a robe. He’s tall and dashing, and his morning hair looks perfect, unlike mine, which is literally everywhere.

He unties the knot on his robe, and I look away, not really sure whether I’m ready to see him. To see the naked him.

I’m still dressed in my pink shorts and a t-shirt with the inscription ‘Attraente.’ I hear the water slosh, and I know that he has already dipped himself in the tub.

Honestly, I have no idea what sort of punishment he has in store for me. When he asked me about my uncle minutes ago, I was tongue-tied, wondering how he knew about him abusing me.

No matter how much I felt like ratting Uncle Manny out, I couldn’t. If Ennio does something to Uncle Manuel, then my sister cou