"What the hell is wrong with you?" I protest as I manage to wrench myself free from his grip with a sharp tug.
"I’m asking you the same thing," he retorts, scowling. His tone only serves to annoy me even more. "What were you doing with a Carusso—especially him?"
"That’s none of your business." I start walking, fearing that Julius might hear us fighting because of him. "You’re not a Montteci. I don’t understand where this resentment is coming from."
"I’m worried about you, Romy," he admits. But as uneasy as he might feel regarding my friendships, it doesn't justify his attitude. "I don’t want him to hurt you."
"We were just taking a walk, for God’s sake!"
I stride forward. I had never felt so annoyed with Alessandro before, let alone over a man; but I have to admit that Julius isn't ju
