Chapter 51: Pitiful Wretch

The Next Morning

Alessandro’s pov:

“Amber,” I rub her back, “We’ve got to train today.” She mutters, “I’ll join you in five.” I head to the training center and set up the painting that I made recently. It is my attempt at painting guns and brushes…It looks okay. I let out a sigh.

She enters in her attire, and she gasps at the painting. I utter, “It isn’t the best, but I gave my best.” She examines every detail while she traces her lips with her index finger. It feels like a teacher evaluating my exam paper.

After she’s done, she looks at me and says, “It’s perfect.” I roll my eyes and scoff. “Perfect doesn’t look like that,” I let her know. “No, Alessandro, the imperfections make it perfect. You told me that you gave it your best, I’m proud of you!” She smiles at me tenderly.

“Tesoro, this is what I was up to when you accused me of walking into the bathroom with blood stains on my shirt,” I tell her as I select a gun. “I never accused you,” she picks up a gun of her choice, “So it wa