*TRIGGER WARNING*
*Alberto’s POV*
~Several days later~
“Would you stop fidgeting already? I need to clean the blood from your knuckles,” Francisco muttered, pulling my hand closer to him as he pressed the rag on my cuts again.
With my other hand, I lifted my glass of whiskey to my lips to try to make my body, heart, and mind numb. Nothing hurt more than my fūcking heart though. My angel was alone. Dio, what were they doing to her?
I knew the answer to that fūcking question. I was even more certain when I received that message about her getting married a few days ago. I should have killed him when I had the chance. Now he’s touching her. Hurting her.
A tug on my cup broke me free from the dark place my mind was going to.
“You need to stop drinking so much,” Francisco muttered as
