Chapter 15 - Run red with spilled blood.

Marco

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I dragged my hand down my face, a week since Amy's death had left me hollow. My beard was overgrown, hair disheveled, but I couldn't summon the energy to care about anything.

Each day blurred into the next, a relentless cycle of grief and numbness.

It was as if a switch had been flipped in my mind, transforming me into someone unrecognizable, consumed by the singular purpose of avenging Amy. Nothing else mattered. Not until I had my revenge would I find any semblance of myself again.

But would it really fix anything? Would avenging her death erase the bitter truth that I betrayed her throughout our entire relationship? That she died believing in a love that was never truly reciprocated?

I looked around the table and found no one but the men who had one single vendetta, to obliterate the Bruno Family from existence. Each of them had lost someone or something because of the Bruno Family.

Santino Bruno, the scum of the earth, was still rotting away in one of our cells. But