Chapter 145

Fedele’s POV

"What's the difference Harold? Della's dead and you nor Alessandro got her ."

"You sick mothefucker! Della was the only... reason I stayed. You switched the results..."

"I did what I had too. I had already lost everything and I couldn't afford to watch you have Della."

"You sick scum ."

"This time he charged me and was able to grab my foot and I hit the floor hard. I tried getting up but he kept pulling me closer until his face was mere inches from mine. His left eye was dark purple as I could see traces of a fist. There were light scratches on his cheek and his neck was bloody with remnants of a huge scar.

He laughed as I could see most of his teeth had been pulled out. Somehow the blood had dried up in clumps around his swollen gums making him look like a monster. I turned my face as I didn't want to see him.I knew I could never trust him and I needed to find a way out of here.

"Me? You started this Harold!"

"I might have but you took it to another level," he said cough