Chapter 68

(Filippo Valentini)

Even with a bullet lodged in my arm and blood dripping out of my left eye from the blow I took to the forehead with an iron bar, what pains me the most is to see her face swollen - clearly because she was beaten - and completely wet with tears. I feel hatred coursing through my veins.

“Togliete le mani da mia donna!” - "Get your hands off my wife!", I say blunt angrily as I raise my gun, pointing it at the worm holding Renata by the waist.

“Did you know it's ugly to show up at a party you weren't invited to, ragazzo?” Tiago sneers as he points the gun at Renata's head. “But your priest didn't have enough time to educate you, did he? Poor man, he died too young.”

“Kidnapping another man's fiancée is not polite.” I fight back and unlock the gun, hearing the sound of his gun doing the same thing, I control myself not to show nervousness.

I need to keep cool; the plan must go forward.

“Oh, so you found out. But it's too late now, she has accepted and is now my wife.” H