Chapter 88 I Want To Talk To You Personally

Zandra Valderrama POV

“It’s most likely stress and exhaustion,” Aunt Natalya says as she stands up from the edge of my bed. “You should be fine with an aspirin and some much-needed rest.”

I shake my head, struggling to sit up. “I can’t. There’s too much work to do.”

Mom rests her hands on my shoulders and practically pins me to my pillows. She’s frighteningly strong when she wants to be. “Oh no you don’t. You’re going to listen to Nat, or so help me God I’ll tie you down and knock you out with a hammer.”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Alessandra sighs. She’s seated on the stool in front of my vanity table.

“You weren’t this rough with me when I tried getting out of bed,” Jovito points out. One arm is in a sling while his other is thrown over a crutch to support his injured leg.

“Because you were shot,” Mom points out.

I throw my head back and groan as my family squabbles. What I wouldn’t give right now for a little peace and quiet. I love them all to death, but good grief we’re a loud bunch.