Waking up in Marco's bed had been an eye opening experience in more ways than one.
Firstly, I couldn't remember what had happened. Secondly, he was cuddling me.
And I liked it a little bit.
I'd been in a sour mood ever since that self-confession came to mind, but I redirected my anger toward Rolando and rammed my way into the situation at full speed to get Dominico back safely.
I'd be damned if one of my closest friends lost his life over Annaliz.
Speaking of, I'd been doing everything in my power to track her down, even going as far as involving the police, checking security footage of the area she'd been in when she'd disappeared.
Nothing.
It was like the person who took her knew where to look, and judging by the events of what had happened, Rolando wasn't the one.
Again, my stupidity and impulsiveness had ruined the party for an innocent and I was about to combust on the spot. Twenty-eight years old and I still hadn't learned?
