Luca
I couldn't shake the heavy weight of remorse. Why had I brought her back? She slipped beneath my skin like a slow, burning poison.
I hated myself for making that decision. Damn that bad decision.
I dodged the punch aimed at me and panted, “Two weeks is a short time, no one’s ready for a wedding yet,” I said as I bent down, avoiding another blow from Marco and slamming my fist into his shoulder hard enough to hear a crack in his bones.
We were in the training hall in the basement. We trained every single day. We had to stay strong—endure pain, endure broken bones.
He turned and ran to the other side so that I couldn't catch him, snapping his dislocated shoulder back with a small sound of bones crackling.
“It's a perfect time,” he said, cracking his neck as he stepped back toward
