Vincenzo MorenoThe present.Fourteen minutes gone and I was worse than ever. I hadn't stopped regretting my actions and scolding myself. My greatest wish was to alter the course of time and go back to the night of January 18th. Then, bash in Alessio's head before finding Rina and making her understand she belonged to me without forcing her to bed. "What have I done?" I didn't recognise the voice. It was frightful. True, Rina had done me bad by allowing that stupid marking happen. True also, she'd locked lips with my archenemy; but that didn't mean I should have done what I'd done. Rape?Fuck. A geyser of bile burst within me, coating my insides with bitterness. I'd done the very thing that'd nearly driven me to suicide. A knock sounded, tearing my eyes open. I ushered in Lucia whom I'd summoned. I wanted to know what truly had happened. Only then would I be able to begin the search. "How did it happen?"Lucia let out some breath, hinting at a very big revelation. I didn't know

Vincenzo MorenoI hate you! I hate you much more than you do to me. I hate you. She'd said the word thrice. Clearly and with a conviction that tensed her neck. Her teeth had been gritted, showing that truly, she meant what she'd said. I was a puzzled mess and a furious tiger. Two personalities resulting from the drama that'd occurred some minutes ago. Rina had spoken back at me. She'd talked back without missing a beat. She had matched gazes with me and had said those words. Apart from being thrown off-guard, I had been overtaken by anger. I seethed from the remnant of that anger. That explained my unrelenting squeeze at the steering, my hot gaze at the windshield and my flaring nose. The anger planted seeds of tears on my eyelids as well. I wasn't just pissed because of Rina's brazenness, but also at my inability to act like the man I was. I shut my eyes, my teeth grinding. I hated the tight situation I'd found myself in. Since being my normal self would drive Rina away, I'd h

UNKNOWN POVBlank. That was all I saw. All I heard. All I felt. And I knew not what I painted; I wasn't frustrated either. The last bit sounded good since I hated being like everyone else. I wasn't like other artists.I selected some pigments and stroked them across the canvas, wallowing in the void I'd found myself. One would think that after all my hard work, I'd be happier than a king for finally achieving my goal. I had thought so, in fact. Uncle Emiliano too. Zia. But here I was. Worse than an average person. Life taster blander water. And I honestly didn't know why. Initially, I'd thought it was remorse. My fright at that point was nothing I'd felt before. And my relief upon learning remorse wasn't the case couldn't be measured. It wasn't remorse because I still thought about Father and gnash my teeth. I thought about him and battled with the urge to destroy his remains. Now that I knew I didn't have any atom of remorse in me, what then could explain this empty feeling?

Vincenzo MorenoI grabbed a glove and slid my fist into it. Teeth clenched to bottle in the hurt, I wrapped the glove straps around my wrist; then headed straight to the ring.“Signore, you forgot the second glove.” I blocked out the voice and continued till I reached the ring. I waited for my opponent to show up. I would heap my frustration on that motherfucker . The murderous desire stacked up with every passing nanosecond. It was a great deal keeping still. After several agonizing minutes, the dick emerged. My icy eyes followed him from the locker room opposite to some feet away from the ring. He stomped closer. His gait, and in fact, his entire person irked me. I didn’t wait till he fully got in before rendering a blow across his cheek. Having caught him off guard, I dragged him across the ropes, and into the ring. Just then, he came around. Body going rigid, he sent a fist my way. I dodged, more pissed than ever that he’d challenged me. I dealt a merciless blow to his stoma

Vincenzo Moreno The door let loose by a single twist of the key.I gripped the handle, only to freeze. Annoyance seeping onto my face, constricting my brows. My damn hands were sweaty. I was fucking nervous. I ground my teeth, hard enough to produce an ache. Sure I’d gotten my shit together, I pushed the door. Unsurprisingly, the first thing I set my eyes on was Rina. Seated on the floor; her back to the bed, she looked up from the carpet and cast her dazed eyes on me. Tiny balls of sweat dotted her forehead, gleaming under the fluorescent light. Before I could respond to that, she wrung her face, whimpering. I took an uncertain step forward. "Non mi sento troppo bene." [I don’t feel too good]. Her increasing whimpering snapped me out of my trance. “Hey,” I whispered, rushing towards her. I held her cheeks, brushing some strands of hair away from her face. “It’ll be fine. I’m here now.”The joy I felt when she clasped her hands on my flanks was unquantifiable. Yes, Rina. This i