REINA My scream tore through the apartment like shattered glass, echoing off the walls long after it left my throat. For one suffocating second, I couldn’t breathe. I stared at the vicious wound carved across Paolo’s side, raw, angry, and swollen. Thick, uneven stitches pulled the torn flesh together like some brutal attempt at sewing a broken doll. Deep purple bruising bloomed beneath his pale skin, spreading outward like spilled ink. Blood still seeped slowly from the edges. This was Paolo. My gentle, soft-spoken Paolo. The man who kissed my forehead like it was holy ground. And someone had sliced him open like a fucking meat. “Jesus Christ…” My voice cracked, trembling violently. “Paolo… oh my God.” He caught my wrists before my fingers could reach the horror on his body, his grip surprisingly firm despite his condition. “Baby, don’t panic.” “Don’t panic?” I nearly shrieked, hysteria rising in my chest. “You’re cut open like a fucking animal!” “I’m stitched up,” he sai
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