Chapter 29.

Antonio POV.

I leave the red room and head back inside. I notice the blood on my hands and clothes. Knowing it is Bobbi’s. I head to the bar in the living room and pour myself a whiskey and gulp it down before I pour another one and do the same.

“Antonio.” I slam the glass down and hang my head. My shoulders are hunched. A hand is pressed against my back and I flinch away. I turn my head to look at her.

“This is your fault. If you had just stayed the fuck away and not came here provoking her, she wouldn’t have been nearly killed.” I throw the glass at it exploded against the wall. Carmella shrinks back and hugs herself. I glare at the bitch.

“I didn’t plan on this, Antonio. I’m sorry, what we did shouldn’t have happened, and that is not just on me, but you. So you and I are both responsible for this, not just me!” she screams at me and I raise my hand but it drop it down. Clenching my fists.

“You knew what you were doing. You knew she would walk away. You wanted that, didn’t you Carme