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Ride home
Vittoria
“Let me drive you home at least, Marchesi!”
I was glad my legs didn’t actually give out beneath me as I finally got him to let go of me, freeing myself from his hold, and left the lounge.
In my panic, I didn’t even call for Beatrice or Eleonora, so I don't even know how the fuck I would get home anyway.
The fact that he followed me out of the club, not caring about all the people watching as he was calling for me, doesn't help calm down my racing heartbeat.
Taking out my phone to call someone, Domenico catches up with me, ripping the phone out of my hands before I can even unlock it. “Let me drive you home.”
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