CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

ARSENIO'S POV

“Shit!!!!” I exclaimed loudly as I couldn't get through to Clara anymore.

“Hey, grumpy pants, keep it down….am trying to sleep.” Isabella groaned.

In anger I carried her from my body and dropped her on the bed harshly.

“Ouchhh, that hurttttt.” She said slurringly as she went back to bed.

I went back into my room pacing back and forth as I tried getting through to Clara but was not reachable.

Throughout the night, I had an unsettling feeling inside of me and I couldn't get any sleep as I sat on the sofa in the room staring blankly into air in anger.

I didn't know how long I sat down lost in thoughts but when I checked the time, it was already 7AM in the morning.

“Fuck!!!” I cursed out as I ran my hands through my hair repeatedly.

My phone suddenly rang and when I checked the calling ID, it was Sergio.

“Sergio, how are you doing??? Feeling better??”

“Very well boss….I have discharged myself and arranged for our chopper to fly back to Italy.” He said.

If Sergio was a woman