Cuco’s pov;
I reread the message for over ten times, blinking as I did and hoping that I was seeing unclearly due to the effect of all the chaos in the past few hours.
But the message didn’t change. It remained the same.
My chest tightened. If this masked bastard knew where exactly Azealea was and who she is, then it wouldn’t be long before Maldini or the men loyal to him finds out.
Or more importantly, it wouldn’t be long before Fernando piece the puzzle together and let Maldini know.
I looked up at her. She was still crying, her hands folded together in front of her, her shoulders trembling. She looked smaller and I swallowed hard, knowing that all of this was my fault.
If only I hadn’t appeared in her life.
“Azalea,” I said quickly, regaining my composure, knowing that I had to
