MINE.
She has my soul in her palms.
"It's late, and past my bedtime" She mutters, shifting her gaze from me and back to her phone. The words are the last thing I hoped to hear from her. I expected her to ask me questions, tell me that she hates me, or fight me like like she did earlier but, no.
With a sigh, I grab my mask and put it on. I am living a double life. Leone Hotels is a cooperation that idiot of a father left me. It creates a good cover to take care of my shit. I just can't rely on something that never saved my childhood.
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