To be falsely accused

ARYA’S POV I staggered backward, my mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. Giovanni advanced on me like a predator, controlled fury radiating from every line of his body. "I asked you a question." His voice was so quiet, it was worse than shouting. "Where. The fuck. Have you been?" "I-" My voice broke. He pushed past Matteo like he wasn't even there, closing the distance between us. This close, I could see the blood wasn't all his and the rage in his eyes was terrifying. "I trusted you," he spat. "I let you into my home, my bed, my fucking life. And this is how you repay me?" "I don't understand…” I tried to back away but hit the wall. "Giovanni, what are you talking about?" "Mr. De Santis, please." Matteo started walking forward. Giovanni whirled, raising his gun and pointing it directly at Matteo's head. "Stay back." Matteo froze, hands raised. "Giovanni, please!" I was crying now, tears streaming down my face. "I don't know what's happening! What did I do?" "What did y