Gnero’s POV
I went straight into my room, accompanied by an expensive bottle of wine I picked from the wine bar while coming in.
I sat slumped in my plush armchair, my face still radiating from the slap I received from Venessa.
Poured some wine into a glass cup, my hand still trembling from the shock of what I just did to my wife.
Despite the fact that I was a mafia, children and women were always not a part of my cruelty. I felt guilty and less of a man.
Bringing the wine to my lips, the burn of the alcohol doing little to release the heavy weight of my guilt.
Just the memory of Venessa's frightened eyes haunted me
I hated the man I had become at that moment. I still couldn't bring myself to think of why I treated her so badly.
A sharp knock broke through my thoughts, followed by
