Obsessed

Giovanni is completely silent as a nurse finishes taking care of the wound that required seven stitches. Fortunately, the bullet grazed him and missed any vital points or veins, even though he lost a considerable amount of blood. But honestly, he doesn't care… he doesn't complain, either… because the truth is that the pain in his heart is simply greater than the pain of the wound.

Asher is sitting on the sofa, also in absolute silence. His brown eyes are focused on the shattered glass on the floor and the ashes in the fireplace, where no flames burn anymore.

“This time, she crossed the line…” That's all Asher says, still not looking at him.

“She really is something, isn't she?” Giovanni gives a dry, almost ironic laugh.

Asher gives an exasperated sigh, “You shouldn't have stopped me… why did you order them not to follow her?”

Giovanni waves the nurse off and walks over to the scotch bottle. As the lady leaves the room, the two of them are finally alone. Giovanni pours a generous dose