"Are you staying or will you go back?" Ophelia asks.
"Go back where?" I ask absentmindedly while my fingers flex around the coffee cup in my hand. It's already ten in the morning but Regina hasn't come back. I f*****g spent the night here, waiting for her but she never came. I even tried calling her and that crazy woman sent my calls to voicemail. Did she really spend the night with Bianchi? I hope she didn't. Because if he so much as touched a single hair on her head, he wouldn't live to see another day. From the moment she kissed me back, she was mine.
Fuck it.
She's always been mine.
From the moment I laid my eyes on her, she belonged to me.
"...Rico"
"Yes, principessa. I'm staying"
"Here? With us?"
I start to tell her that I'll be at my house but pause. Why can't I live
