13

Giovanni

“Have a sweet dream, love.” I kissed Santoro’s forehead and stare at her angelic face. Her deep breaths and slow-paced heartbeat make me conclude she’s already sleeping. She looked peaceful except that there’s a trace of dried tears below her eyes.

Santoro has been crying. Her soft sobs earlier make me want to undo what I had done. It took me good second to get forget how she looked at me when she realized what I did. Am I stupid? To kill for her sake is never stupid.

I have killed men. Thousands of them but none makes me regret my actions. Nothing makes me regret spilling their blood with my own bare hands. But earlier, I wish I didn’t spill someone’s blood. I wished I didn’t do it with her on my side.

She looked at me with disgust. I remember how my mother share the same expression when I was young. That shit stings like fuck.

The car stopped in the parking lot of our penthouse. Ace has been quiet the whole time I rushed Santoro out of the nightclub because she passed out.