Alessandro was quiet, somehow he knew what he had done was wrong, morally and socially.
His own conscience had began yelling at him, affronting him for the way he spoke to his own father.
Amy looked at him through the slits of her eyes, wanting to rip the man apart into pieces.
She had never felt that angered by him before.
He always deliberately stepped on her nerves and she still took a bullet for him but in that very moment if someone would’ve brought a gun to Amy, she wouldn’t have thought twice before shooting the man with her own hands.
“You are the most unluckiest person, I have ever seen in my entire life!” she grunted at Alessandro who c****d back at her.
“I told you to stay out my personal business but you have some serious illness of always crossing your...”
“Shut up!”
