Riccardo
Hell couldn't be far enough for Vitto to hide. I was going to hunt him down and when my hands are on his neck I swear to myself that he will beg me to kill him.
I left the room, inhaled hard trying to force the air into my lungs, I needed to be rational, organize my thoughts, I couldn't be weak, I was never weak.
And this time I had a strength far beyond hating my uncle.
I loved Ellie and would do anything for her, and the irony was that I was sure Vitto was counting on exactly that.
I c****d my g*n and entered it with my hand pointing at Irina's head.
— Tell me something or I'll end it here and now.
— I already said that I don't know, even if I don't give a damn if you're going to shoot or not, Vitto has no more power over me, I told you everything I know.
— I don't like
