"He hurt you. He had to die"
Rosana articulated the words slowly as she stood still, staring at him. Her heartbeat skipped a beat but it wasn't because of his proximity or how he kept staring and caressing the corner of her lips with his thumb. It was because he had killed for her. He ended the life of an innocent man because he hurt her.
She was bound to get hurt one way or the other. That is why it was called a fight. But he killed the man just like that and wasn't remorseful. He didn't care if he had a family or loved ones. He just ended him.
"You did not have to kill anyone because they hurt me. It was a fight!"
"I do not care whatever it was, Bambolina. No one touches what is mine and lives." He deadpanned and pressed his cold fingers against her chin. He pushed her face upwards
