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Chapter 61: No One Touches What’s Mine

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-08 20:31:55

Vittorio’s POV – The Mountain Safehouse

My hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

Not from pain. Not anymore. From rage. From memory.

I stared down at the rough sketch on the paper. Lines smudged. Shadow where a face should be.

The man who pulled me from the water.

. I’d been seeing it every night since the crash—arms dragging me to shore, voice yelling my name, but always just out of reach. Always blurred. That face—half-formed, soaked, blurry. The one that pulled me from the water. It haunted me. Mocked me.

I couldn’t draw it right. Couldn’t pin it down.

And it was driving me insane.

“You see him?” I muttered. “Then show me your face, bastard.”

What if I’d imagined him? What if no one pulled me from the water and I’d clawed my way out like some half-dead beast?

Or worse—what if someone did save me… and they were watching? Waiting?

I didn’t like questions I couldn’t control.

Especially not ones that wore a human face I couldn’t name.

My pencil snapped in half. The sketch tore in half betwee
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