AXEL SALVATORE ROSSI.
Viper had left in annoyance, and it wasn’t like I gave a flying f**k anyway.
I remained on the balcony, smoking my cigarette peacefully, my mind a juggle of thoughts.
What if he’d had his way with her?
And why was he doing such a horrific thing?
Was it because of what had happened to Dahlia?
I found my restlessness arising, and the thoughts of my late wife flashing through my mind, threatening to make me lose my sanity.
Dahlia.
I saw her face everywhere— in my mind. In my dreams. And even when I stared at a particular space for too long. Her hazel eyes haunted me, and the last night I’d seen her kept reappearing as a nightmare.
My fingers threw down the cigarette as I’d reached the end. I pulled another stick from the pack before tossing it onto the table, ta
