Alessandro

She could only cry, shake her head and squirm.

No matter how many times I tried to tell myself that I could slip right back into the past version of me that killed a man in cold blood for no reason, I still couldn't do it.

The switch just refused to flip.

My father must have then sensed my internal battle with myself as he could notice my sagged shoulders and hesitant body language as I sat on top of the girl whose tearful eyes I couldn't look away from, he ...