Laurie's torture.

Twenty- three.

I didn't sleep over in Jorge's room. I returned to mine because I wanted Massimo to find me. I know he will find me.

I was up and ready for him, a lot of questions to ask and he also needed to let me go.

I racked my brain, trying to comprehend the mystery behind Massimo's nature. Who he truly is.

He can be many more dangerous things than just being a mafia. The sparse revelation about him still terrifies me.

I was restless apprehensive and alert. I moved to and fro through the four corners of the room. I want him to come.

Now, I was concerned and confused. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to come because I needed answers or if I wanted him to come because I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel him. A gut feeling rose in my stomach.

I waited for over an hour but he didn't show up. I brought out Lily's picture, staring at it as tears filled my eyes. I wept.

I cried for being used. I felt used and wasted. All my stay and feelings for Massimo were lies and waste.