Chapter 16

Matteo Rodriguez

Amsterdam.

Where it all started.

And where it all ended.

Most people don't know my backstory. They dig and search and they still find nothing. And I'd rather they not know.

Only person aware of what I've been through is Vera and looks like she doesn't want anyone knowing her business so that's a win-win.

Loading the guns stacked on my dressing table, I sigh looking at all the scars on my body. Running my fingers over each of them, the memories comes rushing in.

My eyes closed shut as the pain remains evidently real in my mind.

'Every scar is a reminder of a mistake or what you've been through.' Ophelia's words rings in my head and I scoff.

I'm a murderer. It's a fact. Something I grew up knowing and taught to do. I know that with everything I've done, there's no place in heaven for me.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, a knock resounded throughout my quiet room. It's 2am and I'm ready to blow off anyone's head who's trying to disturb my peace but when I open th