THIRTY SIX
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Devonte sighed as he entered the Vittorio mansion. It had been years since he entered. The building didn't have all the pleasant memories he wished it would give him. It only reminded him of when he was in a dark place,lost in his mind, trying to find himself in a b****y and fake world he'd managed to find himself. What made it all worse in his opinion was that he was a teenager. A teenager with so much anger in built because he didn't understand why the world had to be so wicked towards him by causing his family so much pain.
"Ah Devonte. I wasn't expecting you to arrive this early." Patrizio said immediately he was entered. He didn't have to be ushered inside like everyone else because he was no stranger or just any visitor. He knew every corner of the Vittorio mansion.
