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Armando stood still for a long moment, watching Leonor's back as she ran away. Her steps echoed in the hallway, each one stabbing at his heart. He felt something big and painful grow in his throat, making it hard to swallow. It was like nothing he had felt before, worse than any wound from a fight. The look in Leonor's eyes – the hurt, the let-down – it was like she shot him without using a gun.

He wanted to run after her, to say something, anything. But his feet wouldn't move. He asked himself why she was so upset. Didn't she know this was who he was? He was a rough man, not the kind to whisper sweet things and make promises. Was she upset that he had sex with one of his women? She has watched him fuck a hell lot of them before. She saw him kill! This is who he is. And she knew it, she knew everything about him. So why did her sad eyes make him feel like he was losing something important? Like he did something incredibly bad and unforgivable.

He knew Leonor would leave his mansion th