S A I N T
There was a look in her eye. A look that spoke words formed from her heart. It took me by both surprise and fury that she cared for a boy who hardly knew her.
There was a time when someone looked at me the way Clarissa did for Giovanni. My mother. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of the woman whose heart I crushed with the palms of my own hands. Her tear-stricken face dripped onto Clarissa's as she fell to the floor with blood seeping from her body. When her gaze met mine, my heart instantly grew cold. An empire was built on the foundation of the loss of my family. It was a price that I had to pay for having no mercy.
My heart used to beat with purpose and dignity. It's now only thumping for money, power, and vengeance.
However, when I looked at Clarissa, the ice seemed to
