Chapter Sixty Four

Adriana's POV.

I stood up after crying, shaking off whatever sadness I was feeling.

After the pain in my heart, the one that was supposed to be healing but was only worsening with time, I needed some air.

I walked out of the living room and into the hallway, pausing when I saw a bloodied Massimo coming through the door.

A gasp left my mouth as I rushed towards him, "What happened? Where did you-"

He held up his hand, his face grim, "Michael got shot by Larry."

A shiver wracked my spine and I felt cold all over as I heard his name, he was the one who sent people to beat me up.

I swallowed nervously as I stared at his face, "How is he feeling?" I asked.

"He's in a coma." He replied with his eyes downcast.

"I was the one to be shot, not him, and now he's in a coma because of me." He began narrating what happened.

I stared at him, I could see the guilt he was feeling on his expression and action.

It was obvious that he blamed himself for what happened

My mind racked, thinking of what to