Chapter Seventy-Five

Gustavo is in the office with him.

I thought he left. I try not to show how annoyed I am that he's here. I don't know when I started feeling this way towards him, but at the same time I do. He's taking Russo’s side in all this, as if he doesn't know who Russo is. I can blame Giotto as much as I want for my misfortune, but if he had intervened and protected his daughter, none of us would be here right now.

"What do you have to say to me?"

"No need for all the aggression. I'm only trying to be kind to you." His voice is as smooth as the marble floor of his office, but he can't convince me.

"You're trying to make me feel guilty, but that isn't going to work. You're not going to change my mind. You're not the loving man you're trying so hard to portray." He doesn't fool me for a second. This might have worked on Lia, but it won't work on me. I've been through far too much to let that happen. I'm not going to be gullible and naive anymore. I'll expect the worst, always. I'll become a tru