(VALENTINO'S POV)
I'm on my feet before my brain catches up.
The sofa scrapes hard against the floor with the force I used to get up, and the sharp, blinding pain that tears through my side nearly knocks the breath out of me. My vision goes white for half a second as my body reminds me I was shot not that long ago.
But I don't give a fuck because the anger I feel burning inside my chest drowns everything else out.
The ache.
The warning.
The doctor's voice telling me to take it easy.
All of it gets buried under the sight of him standing there like he belongs.
Michele.
I ball my hands into fists at my sides as I glare at him, my chest heaving.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
The room goes dead quiet.
I don't even wait for him to answer. I spin on Raffaele, pain flaring again as I move too fast, but rage keeps me upright.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snap. "Why would you bring this traitor into my house?"
