Chapter 122

• Francesco
• I climbed up the familiar stone steps. It was the only place I could go, the only place with doors open for me, the only place that wouldn't wear judgment on their faces when I walked in with my bloodied suit. Everything else was as I remembered it, Nonna's picture was no longer at the entrance. I walked through the large wooden door. Soft music was coming from God knows where, but the church was empty. I walked up to my favorite pew and plopped down on it. A sigh escaped my lips, and I threw my head backward, shutting my eyes.
• We barely made it out of the hotel, frankly, it was the last thing on my mind. As the men dragged me out despite my struggling and pleas, a bright idea popped into my head. I took out my gun and began to fire at Marco. The bastard had the nerve to look at me remorsefully. He didn't try to shield himself, let alone fight back. He shut his eyes as if he welcomed it, as if he wanted me to kill him.