FIFTY.

“I am a breath away from ripping your arm off, Mrs DeLuca.” Alessandro snarls in a murderous tone.

I cup my stinging cheek, glaring at Mrs DeLuca with shock written all over my face, mirroring her eyes.

“What the cazzo is going on?” Alessandro asks harshly, dropping her hand as he comes and stands in front of me.

Mrs DeLuca gulps, her eyes darting between Alessandro and me as she remains standing in front of us in silence.

“She… I… We…"

“I bumped into her as I was exiting the office, and she nutted off at me.” I simply state the truth as I remove my hand from my face.

“And why did you slap Miss Bishop across the face?” He growls.

“She was rude, and she was telling me about-”

“I accused her of eavesdropping.” I cut her off mid-sentence.

Sidling up to his side, he ensnares her upper arm with a firm grip, causing her to gaze up at him with eyes brimming with sheer terror.

She knows damn well what she did, and she isn't going to be able to spin her lies this time.

We got eyes on he