ADRIANA'S POV
"Let me go!" I screeched as the man roughly grabbed my hair, a sneer on his face.
I had been lingering upstairs, peeking at the conversation happening downstairs, desperate to grasp what was happening when I noticed this man staring up at the stairs like he could see me.
Immediately I had retreated, tiptoeing to the room to lock myself in when I suddenly felt someone grab my hair roughly.
Damn, he was fast and silent. I hadn't even sensed him behind me until he was just…there.
"Let go of me, you bastard" I thrashed about but he just dragged me like I was nothing but an empty sack towards the staircase.
"Look what I found" He whistled once we got to the top of the stairs and I froze, my hands still grasping with his that was tangled in my hair but that wasn't the reason for my tense figure.
Vincenzo and another man were sitting there, staring up at us. The man looked oddly familiar and my stomach did a flip. Oh lord, that was master LaRosa.
