Please, Mr Giordano
But they lingered, as they always did, like ghosts haunting my every thought.
Her question struck me like a slap. I could feel the weight of her disbelief. We both knew the answer, there was no way. Lucien hated me. He hated me more than words could express, and asking him for anything, let alone something like this, was as futile as asking for mercy.
“You can’t even command a shred of his respect,” Loretta continued, her tone cutting. “Do you honestly think he’d listen to you if you begged him to bring her back? The only thing Mr. Giodarno would grant you is death, Mrs. Giordano.”
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