*Lucia*
As I watched Bruno leave with Natasha, I felt a thug of pain in my heart. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay. I wanted to speak with him. I am at war with myself. This is a man I should be hating on. This is a man that had bought me. I sigh. He was making it hard for me to hate him.
I reflected on what Bruno had done earlier. He had beaten up that old lag. He didn't care if he was a VIP in the club or anything. He didn't care to find out what had happened, who was in the wrong, or anything. I had seen him fire some of the staff for their slightest mistake. But he was different when he got to me.
I couldn't stop replaying the scene, and couldn't stop revisiting the moment. For a moment, I felt bad about hating him. Maybe he didn't deserve my hate. Or I didn't deserve
