Stefano
He was there, folded over himself on the cheap plastic covered chairs. But he looked up when I paused in the doorway of the small waiting room and for a moment our eyes met.
He had blood on the front of his shirt , his hands were stained orange, like he had rust all over him but I knew it wasn’t rust.
How many times had I been elbow deep in someone’s blood? I knew what it looked like.
But this wasn’t an enemies blood. This was Lily’s.
And he was covered in in. Specks dotted his face.
I roared, he was the reason why she was hurt. If he hadn’t been following her , she wouldn’t have been speeding to get away. He was the cause of all of this.
“Mr Romano.” The elderly solicitor caught me by the collar as I launched myself towards the man who was the cause of all of my pain.
