“I’m not telling you to forgive him. I’m telling you to keep it together.” Dario stated. It was not a request, but an order—but it somehow seemed to be working. “Listen!” Dario continued. “After we’ve caught my dad—you can all slaughter each other for all I care—but we’re not going to beat him like
About an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of Luca. Even then—we had already taken most of the pictures but still stuck around hoping for the best. Family members were getting impatient, and time was ticking. “Can’t Johnny call him?” I asked Christian, who immediately shook his head. “I
I focused on Siena, who was half asleep in Christian’s arms, and couldn’t help but feel sorry. She was supposed to be at home, but instead, we were here—wasting time waiting for the person who probably wanted her dead. “I’ll take her!” I told Christian as I grabbed her from his hands. I stepped bac
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t understand—“ “Now that you’re here, you might as well deliver a message to Dario,” Berto whispered. “Tell my son that I brought him a small present...for taking over the family business and for betraying me.” Berto turned around and made his way outside, while I was confused
“Look at him. He’s so pitiful.” The couple next to me whispered while their eyes were glued to Dario. Anyone would’ve expected for him to cry, and rightfully so—but he didn’t. It was his uncle’s funeral, and he didn’t shed a tear. Only one week had passed since the unfortunate event, and there were
“Give it.” Dario snatched it from my hands and tore the envelope to shreds, revealing the letter. With trembling hands, he read through the letter, while I could only wonder the context of it. “I’m going to kill him,” Dario whispered as tears fell from his eyes. It was the first time he showed some
“What do you want to eat?” Christian asked. “I’ll make you anything you want, even those unhealthy burgers you like.” One week had passed since the funeral, and for the first time in a while, we sat down at the kitchen table like a normal family. No strange visitors, no maids, just the three of us.
“Do what?” “Communicate,” Christian spoke, relieved. “But it feels good.” He spoke as he moved his hand to the ring around my finger. “And after all of this is finished, I’m going to give you the big wedding you want.” “Who told you I want a big wedding?” I frowned. Christian shrugged. “In that ca