CHAPTER 105
ROMEO'S POV
The wheelchair sat in front of me like an insult.
"I don't need that," I snapped, gripping the bedframe as I pushed myself upright. Pain knifed through my abdomen, sharp enough to blur my vision.
But I forced my jaw to stay locked. "I can walk with the damn crutches. I'm not being rolled around like some old hag."
"Well this old hag life isn't on the line!" my dear nonna shots and I barely acknowledged her response as Antonio muttered, sounding far too exhausted to be dealing with me.
"You can barely stand." His sling dug into his shoulder as he tried — and failed,by the way— to cross his arms. "Sit down before you open those stitches again."
"I said I can walk."
"And I said you're using the wheelchair," he exclaimed back. "So sit your stubborn ass down." well damn, who does these people think they are to be ordering me around.
Just because I was shot? or because according to them I had been unconscious for about a month and half?
