Chapter Forty Four

~Adriana’s POV~

I stormed into my room angrily, angry at myself for caring about Massimo even though it was obvious that he doesn’t care about me and angry because the motherfvcker must’ve sensed my obvious care for him but had simply decided to be a narcissist.

“Bastard!” I cursed under my breath, slamming my door angrily behind me.

The wooden door creaked in protest from the force I had exerted on it and I sighed as I jumped into bed. “Bastard!” I cried again, hoping that he doesn’t hear me but wanting to curse him all the same.

Despite the fact that he had literally just treated me like some pest, I still couldn’t help but be worried about him.

I was more worried about the fact that he had blood all over his clothes and somehow, I wasn’t settled, thinking that he must’ve either hurt or killed someone.

“He might even be the injured one…” a voice whispered in my head and almost immediately, my heartbeat accelerated from only thinking about that possibility.

I could still feel the