MASSIMO'S POV
I dropped the bottle on the table and reached for another bottle of bourbon. I needed to keep drinking to get away from everything happening.
I could feel the stone-like lump in my chest with each deep breath I took.
I reached for the cigarette and took a draw. I puffed out the smoke after a few seconds and repeated the same thing over and over again.
I hate my life because there's never a moment of peace. It felt like I couldn't do anything else or be anything other than what my father wanted.
He was in control of my life and he made sure everything went his way. The plan to swap my mother failed and now, I couldn't stop thinking of what his reaction would be.
I know he'd want to tach me a lesson for attempting to do such a thing but what I couldn't get was why he'd f
