Chapter 109 The Mafia's Debt (5)

• Luce
• I stood in the center of his bedroom, my chest heaving. The heat from the dining table was still under my skin, a shameful reminder that I wouldn't have stopped him. I would have let him do everything. That was how weak he made me. Now, I was standing in his bedroom because he told me to, waiting like a loyal dog for him to come back and finish what he started.
• "I can't stay here," I whispered to the empty room.