LORENZO
I still couldn't fucking believe it.
She stood there in front of me, fierce eyes burning with betrayal, her words echoing in my head like a curse I couldn't shake. "You killed my mother."
That sentence alone cut deeper than any bullet I had ever taken.
The woman who shared my bed, who took my name, who whispered her breath against my skin on sleepless nights believed I had murdered her mother. And yet, she still stayed. Still kissed me. Still touched me like nothing had happened.
Was that love, or was that the most fucked-up form of vengeance I had ever seen?
She fucking slept beside me every night, her hands curling against my chest like I was her shelter when in truth, she thought I was her monster.
I had to look away. Rage was one thing. But disappointment? That shit scorched deeper.
