Carlo
I followed Alessandro on my bike, but as he stopped at the entrance, I didn’t go any further. Rik said nothing to him, and I could only assume that Dad was in the limo.
Fuck.
He didn’t even get out, and Alessandro wasn’t in there for long. What the f**k was going on?
All the color from Alessandro’s face disappeared the moment he saw me. He shook his head as I drew closer. I didn’t even have to open my mouth. Whatever it was, it had him rubbing his wrist as if it was hurt. When he stopped, I could see that it was bright red.
“Dad do that?” I asked as I pointed to it.
He nodded but continued to stare at the space that the limo was once in, as if he was reliving the time that it was there.
“I f****d up, Carlo,” he sobbed. The last time that I’d seen my brother cry was when h
