Ottavio’s P.O.V
I feel safer engaging with her in the guise of Faceless, but with Ottavio it always feels like I need to raise a wall to restrict the emotions, to control the ache. Her confession yesterday had me questioning my discipline. I could have just given it all to her. Surrendered myself, let the love consume me. But one thought stopped me.
Would she still accept me if she finds out who I really am?
I maneuvered the steering wheel to the left, driving fast until the mansion gates came into view. Brown was heaving in the backseat, his garlic-laced breath heavy enough to choke the air. I honked twice, and the big black gates parted open like obedient soldiers.
I parked and waited, hands on the wheel, thinking of my next move.
“Get the f**k down and open my door,” Brown barked,
