"You're not afraid of me?"Rocco stepped closer, one slow step at a time, until my back hit the wall. He planted his hands on either side of me, boxing me in.I lifted my chin and met his gaze calmly."Of course not, Rocchino."Surprise flickered across his face. "You remember me?"Of course I did.I had been eight when my father took me to the Valentino estate.In the back garden, I found a group of older boys bullying Rocco.I chased them off. When Rocco silently picked himself up, I rounded on him."Hey! Why are you just letting them push you around like that?"Rocco was ten at the time.His mother had died, and his father had remarried.The boys who tormented him were his stepmother's sons. His father ignored him, and his stepmother despised him.If Rocco fought back, his life would only get worse.So I started visiting often. With me around, nobody dared touch him.Rocco became my closest friend, and he asked me to call him "Rocchino."It was the nickname his mother had given him.
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