Chapter Thirty-Eight

TONY'S POV

The days were losing meaning and I was slowly drowning in a dark pit. Ever since the day that Camilla had kissed Adriano, shit hasn't just been the same. I wondered what her reasons could be for committing such an act but I couldn't ask her. 

It had been four days since the both of them came to the basement. Since then, I had not seen or heard from Andre. My brother, though, was nice enough to send food to me so I wasn't left starving. But my bones were beginning to turn sore and I couldn't feel my legs anymore because it had been a little over a week since I had used them. 

The injury that I had sustained when Andre had punched me in the face had turned purple and I was afraid that it would soon get an infection. 

This point in my life has got to be the lowest point in my life since I became an adult. I had always fought so hard not to be that weak, helpless boy that I had been after my parents died.