CHAPTER SEVEN

LUCA'S POV.

I got up the next morning with a large smile on my face, feeling satisfied with the events of yesterday. However when I got to the shower, the loud music I heard had my lips curving into a frown.

What the fuck? Who the hell was playing such loud music?

I quickly brushed my teeth and put on some decent clothes before making my way out of the room and following the sound of the music. I finally traced the sound to the room I'd designated to Scarlett and immediately I felt my blood boil.

I knew there was no way she'd known, but I hated music with a burning passion. It had been ever since I was fifteen and my dad died. My father used to love music so much that he'd once attempted to go into it professionally, but sadly when he got to meet some people in the industry, he changed his mind. And finally the music buddies he'd made ended up being the reason why he was gone.

They'd all ganged up on him and ended his life by putting some harsh chemicals in his drink at a party he'd