I failed her.
She is dead.
I am her leader; I was supposed to protect her. Not only her but all the men and women I lost.
I was supposed to be the one dead, not Sofia.
"Stop thinking like that, please." I closed my eyes as my lips let out a sigh. "It's not your fault." Isn't it? My queen's feather-like soft fingers touched danced upon my lightly bearded chin. She brought my face to hers, her eyes having that determined glint in them accompanied with sadness like the past months. "Stop blaming yourself. You did your best, Rick." I wasn't so sure about that anymore.
If it wasn't for my queen's presence by my side those past months, I would have dived in a dark place I loathed. I was a wreck for a leader. The mafia king was falling down, which seemed pathetic. The lucky bullet Domin
