Chapter 333 : Not A Trophy

*Giovani*

I kept subconsciously flexing my hands into fists and then forcing myself to relax them. My jaw was sore from how much I had been clenching it. I was pretty sure that on the nights when I didn’t sleep with Olivia, I was grinding my teeth from all the stress I had been under lately. Gabriele stared at me; he knew me well enough to know that I would talk when I was ready.

“He’s killing me,” I said in a low voice. “I know I need to let it go and focus on the organization, but it’s fucking killing me to deal with him.”

Gabriele nodded, sensing that I needed to talk this out more than I needed to hear his advice.