ROBERTO'S POV
I groaned as I exhaled another heavy puff of smoke, the bitter taste of tobacco coating my tongue. I stood at the very edge of the rooftop, watching the city crawl beneath my feet like insignificant ants.
And I was waiting.That bastard was keeping me waiting.
On purpose.
My smile crept out crookedly…slow, amused, wicked.
So… he finally grew wings.
Good.
I can't wait to chop them off.
It shouldn’t have come to this.
But they…the Blacks…forced my hand.I had been their child long before they had him.
Before Zed.
Before the golden boy stole everything.
I once loved him.
I really did.
He was like a little brother following me everywhere.
Eyes shining.
Hero-worship dripping from every word.
Then everything changed the moment I overheard that conversation.
I rememb
