41 | Covert Claims    

*Alberto’s POV*

“Che cazzo è questo?” (Italian for “What the fūck is this?”) I asked through clenched teeth as Isa looked up from the lounge chair before she squinted at me.

“Oh, look who gifted us with his presence.” Isa spat in a slurred voice, making me even more pissed. I rolled my neck before turning my glare to Amadeo, who handed me a towel.

I ripped it from his hands before motioning with my head for them to leave. Before anyone else could utter another word, they all practically scrambled away, leaving me with Isa, her friend, and her mother.

I was about to speak, but Isa moved to flip over and I couldn’t have her fūcking topless in here. One of the guys could come back and I’d have to kill them all because they peeped at her bare breāsts. I threw the towel on her to cover her up before wrapping my arms around her and sitting on the lounge chair with her.

“What were you fūcking thinking?” I hissed in her ear before looking at Giulia, who raised her martini glass to her