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He needs to be taught

Penulis: Unsolvable Mystery
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SALVATORE

Ten years ago (the day Matteo was murdered)

The sun was hot and angry on my back as I slammed the door behind me, stomping out to the backyard.

My chest felt like it was going to burst open. Mama’s words still rang in my ears. She said I was coddling Matteo, that I was making him soft. She made it sound like it was a bad thing to protect your brother, like softness was something that needed beating out of someone.

I kicked a loose rock and watched it skid across the grass, then hit the tree trunk and bounce off. My jaw was clenched tight, and every time I exhaled, it came out as a snarl. The backyard was quiet but it only made everything louder inside my head.

I paced the grass like a stormcloud in shoes, running a hand through my hair. I’d pummeled those bastards at the pack and I’d do it again if I had to.

What was I supposed to do? Let them laugh while they shoved Matteo around?

A soft crunch of footsteps on the grass broke my thoughts. I turned and saw Pietro walking
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