Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)
He stops, realizing no words will reach me here, not now.
I shove him away, trembling, almost violently. “Shut up! He loved me!” My voice is ragged, raw, cracked, and it fills the room, echoing off the walls, filled with the weight of every broken hope.
He steps back, cautiously, giving me space. “I’m sorry, Rose,” he says softly, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to make this worse. I just… I care about you. I don’t want to see you like this.”