We are pawns, playthings, and disposable pieces in Dante De Luca’s hands.
I do not know how many cursed emotions and desires served as the fabric for this plot.
I only know that, at this moment, I will never be able to remove Lorenzo from the reality into which he has been thrown, where I am guilty.
All I can do is trust that something small and perhaps perishable, but still alive, will prevent him from putting a bullet in my head.
The same thing that is stopping me now and creating pressure within my chest, a growing sensation of suffocation.
All I want right now is to comfort Lorenzo, not attack him.
Perhaps one day, in the future, he will regret touching me the way he did.
I know he does not distinguish between genders, only between the loyal, traitors, and enemies.
And he attac
