Force where a woman should have had the right to complete surrender.
The dim light confuses my mind.
I remember the skin of my back pressed against Paolo's leather seat.
Sweat mixing with blood.
The sounds of bodies colliding.
The hairs on my arms rise.
There is no pleasure in it.
No pleasure in that mission when I remember Bruno getting too close.
Too far inside my space.
His death does not erase what I felt that night in the barn.
No matter how deeply I've buried it.
Because thinking about it awakens the urge to lock myself inside the small closet I can see across the room.
“Is something wrong?”
I nearly jump.
The sound lodged in my throat is unmistakable.
“I-I...”
I try to form words.
But Alexandra's screams refuse to leave my mind.
“I need to talk to Francesco,” he sa
