DIEGO’S POINT OF VIEW
“I’m sorry, Valentina.” I said, she looked a bit taken aback.
“I’m sorry for everything.” I said as I moved closer to her, I just was to hold her close, to tell her that everything will be better from now on that I would act better. I want to tell her that she means a lot more to me than she would ever know.
I reached out to hold her hand in mine.
“Don’t you dare touch me.” she said angrily. She had a nasty red mark on her wrist, the mark was where the cuffs had been. I really shouldn’t have! I don’t think I would ever forgive myself for hurting her like that but yet again why do I care so much? I never used to care about any of the other whores why is she different? Why do I care about the mark on her wrist? Or about the fact that she is hurt? Why did I get so jealous when I watched her with that man? Why did I have my people beat up that Desmond Sandals? Why do I care what she does with her life? I never used to care.
God this is so complicated!
“Give me a c
