Chapter 32: Scarlett
As Luciano's demand echoed in my head, I did the first thing my disgusted brain could think of— I spat at him.
"You are sick!" I hissed, glaring daggers at him.
Anger that I couldn't define brewed inside of me as I watched him gently wipe his face clean and then lick the saliva from his fingers.
When he raised his eyes to meet mine, my heart skipped a beat. Rather than the equal amount of anger I expected from him, it was the opposite.
He looked sad, broken and... remorseful.
The emotions twirled so strong within him that I began to feel the guilt. The anger growing inside of me suddenly vanished and I realized I could have reacted differently.
"L—Luciano... I am sorry. I— I shouldn't have—" but just as I began to speak, his expression changed again and he began
