Alexander
After l left Rachel in her room, I went downstairs where Lucien was. He was silently cursing as he paced the floor. Whatever Tate went through over there must’ve been horrible. Giovanni was slumped in the chair with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and the other was clenching the arm of the chair.
“Lucien, be real with me. What happened to Tate?” I asked
“He…it’s bad Alex, real bad.” He said to me as he stopped pacing.
“On a scale from one to ten, how bad?”
“Ten.” Lucien whispered. “I can’t imagine what I would do if I had to go through that.”
“Tell me.” I pushed further.
“That bastard made Tate watch as Alejandro pumped her full of those drugs. And then, after that, DeMarco made Tate watch as his son touched her. I just can’t even imagine feeling that helpless if someone
