Chapter 24

Althaia

“And why exactly can’t Michael come and get me?” I asked again. Not only were his fingers thick, but apparently his head was too as I tried to knock some sense into him.

“I don’t like him.” Damiano gave a curt reply and resumed sifting through the scattered papers on his desk.

“Well, I do!” I said, and his eyes snapped to mine with a sharp look. 

“Antonio will drive you.”

“Why bother the poor man by going back and forth? I’m just going to my dad’s house.” I sighed as I kicked my legs back and forth. 

I had made myself comfortable on his desk, watching as he went over a list of numbers. I hadn't wanted to disturb him, and I even considered leaving earlier, but he insisted that I stay. Besides, his hand rested on my thigh, and I couldn't find the will to move away.

“He will stay with you. For protection.” Damiano replied, his eyes narrowing on something written on the paper. 

“That’s dumb. Protect