When we reached the camp, all the soldiers were already lined up like always.
Franco grabbed my hand and I almost fell on my knees because he walked too fast. As if he was so excited to pull his gun and shoot everyone.
I groaned when he forcefully pulled me closer to him. I tried to free my hands off him but he was strong. I know he was trained in the army. But most of all he’s a man with strength to just pull me around without exerting any effort.
When we reach the stage where we always stood-him talking with authority and power in his voice while I listened and looked at my feet.
“Vittoria,” he warned. When he had a glimpse at my weak state, he would always cup my chin and raise it higher in level with him as if gesturing my confidence to be in place.
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