It was late at night in Koma, and the air smelled of salt from the sea.Cesare pinned me into the corner of the wall in front of the angel statue. The cold muzzle of a Beretta was pressed hard against my chin."How dare you use God as an excuse to avoid me, Rene Santoro?" he accused.He reeked of alcohol, and there were dark, dried bloodstains on his shirt. I did not know whose blood it was, only that it came from the raid he led on the Blue Note gang earlier that night.I had screamed in fear at that demonic version of him in my past life. I cried and cursed him as a monster. In return, he broke my leg himself and locked me in a basement, forcing me to fight vicious dogs for food.I looked straight into his eyes that were menacingly red. I did not pull away in this life. Instead, I pushed my chin closer to the gun.I sneered and slid my soft fingers into his shirt."It hurts, Cesare," I said.My voice was sweet and soft, almost tempting, mixed with restrained and shallow breat
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