CHAPTER TEN: TO PLAY WITH FIRE
NICO
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I watch quietly and take a slow sip of my martini as Alessia tilts back her whiskey and slams the empty shot glass on the table. She mutters something that sounds like a cuss under her breath, and drags both palms over her face before pushing her fingers through her messy hair.
Even with the bar’s dim lights, the black streaks on her cheeks stand out. Mascar mixed with tears, dried in uneven lines.
I still can’t understand how a family can be that cruel. The way her parents treated her when she came visiting earlier, was beyond heartless. She had been so excited to see them, literally glowing when I drove her down there.
And for what? So they could humiliate her and barter her like she’s nothing but a bargaining chip between them and the mafia
