I don't know why… Salvo's grip on my wrist was so tight, it felt like he might snap the bones just to hear what sound I'd make. Like pain was incidental. Or maybe enjoyable.
Maybe he was angry after seeing Riccardo. After all, Riccardo belonged to the family that destroyed his own. The Costas handed him tragedy dressed in justice. So maybe, yeah—he had every reason to be furious.
But why take it out on my wrist?
He didn't say a word as he yanked the door open and shoved me inside. Not gently. Not carefully. Not like someone who'd come to rescue anything.
Just threw me in like garbage he was claiming from someone else's hands.
Seriously?
He was taking his anger out on me.
But still… I slid inside.
Not because I wanted to.Not because I forgave him.Just because—what the hell else was I supposed to do?
