The Mafia's Mercy
There is some truth behind my words, and with that, I add as though I’m righteous, “You don’t hurt the people you care about.”
For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything, and whether or not my words have struck him remains a mystery. When his hand falls away from his face, he brings his forearms to his lap, shifting his weight forward as his heavy gaze holds my own. His voice is husky, his tone unwavering as he says, “On the contrary, the people you care about are the people you tend to hurt most.”
My heart skips a beat, his words drawing me back to that moment—the moment he’d confessed his love for me.
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