Mena
Alessio did exactly what I asked, and then sat up as well, waiting for me to speak.
"You know, Stefano died, your brother lost his hand because of me—and I want to say it’s because of me, but it’s because of us. Both of us," I said, my voice steady, trying to make him see the gravity of the situation we were in.
I understood Gian perfectly fine, and given the circumstances—I would’ve snapped the same way, only I wasn’t the brainless dumb b***h. Not in this situation.
Alessio looked at me, his expression a mix of guilt and annoyance because I had brought it up. “He has his right hand, his good hand—he can still take a wank.”
For a moment, I had to hold back my laughter because I couldn’t believe what had left his mouth. Only Alessio could try and see the positive side of a situati
