Page 148 of The Devil's Fire

“Hey, give it back!” I got up from the couch to take it back, and him being the mature man he was, held it up high above his head so I couldn’t reach it.

“You can’t have any caffeine.” Giovanni practically scolded me.

“Yes, I can!”

“No, you can’t!”

He stared down at me and I scowled.

“Give it back!”

“Giovanni.” Damiano called after him.

“She can’t have caffeine. That’s what the paramedics said.” He stated and still held it up high. I considered kneeing him in the balls, but then he would spill my coffee.

I could see Luca leaning back with his food as he watched us like some kind of entertainment.

“I can have that one. It’s mostly milk and ice, anyway.” I tried to convince him.

“I don’t care. Listen, I’m trying to prevent you from having another psychotic episode.”

I dropped my jaw.

“Excuse me? Psychotic?”

“Yes. It almost cost me my head, and I don’t want to die for you, woman.” He scoffed and went back to sit. “Go, drink water, it’s healthier.”

“Drink water, it’s healthier.” I mimicked, as I continued to scowl at him. He just looked at me with a stupid smirk on his face as he drank my iced coffee.

“I’m only helping you. Shouldn’t you be on a healthy diet, anyway?”

“Shouldn’t you be minding your own business?” I snapped. I was very serious about my morning coffee, and the fact that he took it from me… Oh, I was about to give him hell!

“Althaia, eat.” Damiano called out for me, but I ignored him as I sat down, watching the idiot who was still drinking my iced coffee. He was even making ‘ah’ noises now and then to agitate me.

“I hope you choke on it and die.” I spat out.

“The pregnancy has made you meaner. First, you punch me, and now, you wish for me to choke and die.” Giovanni looked amused while he finished my coffee.

“That woman of yours is abusive.” He said to Damiano, and I flipped him off, which didn’t exactly help my case as Giovanni gave a ‘see what I mean?’ look.

“What’s wrong?” Damiano frowned when he saw I was rubbing my stomach as I took deep breaths.

“I don’t know, there’s this weird smell in the room.” I didn’t know what it was, but it made me feel nauseous.

I walked around to see if I could spot what it was.

“Oh my God, it’s you.” I said with disgust to Giovanni.

“How am I smelling bad when I took a shower before coming here?” Giovanni gave a blank look.

I leaned in closer to him and sniffed. The smell came from his clothes.

“It’s your clothes…” I tried to wave the smell away from my nose, but it was as if it was stuck in my nostrils. I stepped away from him and at this point, I had to take deep breaths through my mouth to keep my nausea down.

“Giovanni smoked before coming up. That’s probably what’s triggering you right now.” Luca said just as I had to run to the bathroom. I made it just in time for me to throw up.

Damiano pulled my hair back and rubbed my back as I continued to empty my stomach.

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