Francesca
"Who do you belong to, Francesca?" Faust walked toward me with measured steps.
Faust, this is not about our s*x games.
He continued as if I hadn't spoken. "Who put a child in your belly? To whom should you remain loyal above all others?"
Are you listening to yourself? This isn't about you and me. This is about your son. About what kind of father you are!
He stood close, his skin flushed as he mocked me. "Wrong. This is about the puttanella I had sleeping in my bed who was cheating on me the whole time."
Before I could plan it, my hand shot up and pointed at his cheek. Unfortunately, he caught my wrist before I could strike him. I tried to free myself from his grip, to no avail. "I'm not a w***e, you i***t. Let me go!"
He released me like I was on fire. "You
