Matteo didn’t refuse. Instead, he closed the car door and draped his coat over my shoulders. When the people came looking for me, Matteo drove them away with a sharp reprimand. I stayed curled up in his arms, trembling uncontrollably, tears soaking through his clothes in large patches.Matteo closed his eyes as he recalled the memory. “If you could go back in time, would you still choose to come to me for help?”“No,” I answered without hesitation.I would rather die in that alley than ever step into Matteo’s car again.“You sure are heartless,” Matteo said, tossing a gun toward me. “Be a little more heartless, will you? Let me die by your hand.”I picked up the gun, aimed it straight at him, and pulled the trigger with a click. The barrel was empty.I lowered the gun slightly, meeting Matteo’s anguished eyes. For a split second, something tight twisted in my chest, but it faded quickly.“I can let you go, but stay here with me for three days.” Afraid I wouldn’t agree to it, h
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