MASSIMO'S POV

I dropped the bottle on the table and reached for another bottle of bourbon. I needed to keep drinking to get away from everything happening.

I could feel the stone-like lump in my chest with each deep breath I took.

I reached for the cigarette and took a draw. I puffed out the smoke after a few seconds and repeated the same thing over and over again.

I hate my life because there's never a moment of peace. It felt like I couldn't do anything else or be anything other than ...