Vittorio's hands reached out for Aurora's shoulders and when he found it, he gently pushed her away.
"Stop it Aurora. You've crossed enough boundaries," he warned in a stern voice.
Her chin lifted haughtily, as her eyes sharpened. "You would prefer Natalia hugging you, wouldn't you?" She questioned in a bratty voice.
His face contorted. "Where are you getting this nonsense from?"
"Don't even think about lying to me. I have seen the way you look at her. Make no mistakes Vitto. Just because I'm willing to give Valentina a chance, doesn't mean my grace extends to her friend. If she stands in the way of what I want, I'll tear her head off."
Vittorio did a double take, but before his reaction could complete itself, Aurora had stormed out of the room already.
He ran a hand through his hair, as he exhaled in frustration.
But there wasn't any slowing down. He needed to act fast.
His feet were moving to the door when he caught a whiff of his sweat stained shirt.
