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“You’re making a mistake,” he insists, his grip unyielding as he tries to restrain me.
“I won’t let you do this!” I struggle, trying to break free, my heart racing with adrenaline and fear.
His breaths are heavy as he pins me down, his face a mix of determination and concern. “Stop fighting me. I’m trying to protect you!”
I refuse to relent, thrashing against his hold, my nails clawing at his skin in a desperate attempt to provoke any reaction. “Let me go!”
Alessandro’s voice is strained, his words urgent yet laced with a sense of urgency, “Rachel, please, you’re not seeing the whole picture! We can fix this.”
“I need to fucking end this,” I gasp, my voice laden with desperation and determination.
The warehouse feels oppressive, its eerie silence amplifying the tension between us. The flickering light casts haunting shadows across our entangled figures, adding an unsettling layer to the struggle unfolding within its decrepit walls.
As I continue to resist, Alessandro’s grip tightens, his eyes reflecting a tumultuous mix of emotions—worry, frustration, and something deeper, something I can’t quite decipher amidst the chaos.
“I won’t let you hurt yourself,” he says firmly, his gaze meeting mine, a plea buried within his intense stare.
I fight against his restraint, the desperation to break free pulsating through every fiber of my being. “You don’t understand what’s at fucking stake!”
“Rachel, please, trust me,” Alessandro pleads, his voice tinged with an edge of urgency. “Why are you doing this, Rachel?” he asks, his voice low and steady, a velvet edge to the words.
The truth lingers unspoken between us, a silent understanding of the love we share but are too afraid to acknowledge.
He knows it, and I fucking know it.
Yet, here we are, locked in a struggle that mirrors the turmoil within our hearts.
“Look at him. That is my fucking father, Alessandro. I have no way of escaping who I am. I was born…” my voice breaks, “I was born fucking broken. You don’t want to be a part of this.”
“You don’t know that,mia cara.”His eyes are on me avoiding the pool of blood that is forming around Moreno’s body. How can Alessandro not see this? I am not good for him. I am not good for anyone.
“You left, Alessandro. Without a word, without a trace. I needed answers,” I seethe, my voice full of anger and hurt. “You gave me Moreno. I killed him. I killed him in cold blood.”
He exhales, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “I had my reasons, Rachel. I was trying to protect you.”
“Protect me?” I scoff, my frustration boiling over. “You don’t get to decide what’s best for me, Alessandro. You don’t get to make choices for me.”
The struggle continues, a dance of tangled limbs and unspoken words. Alessandro’s eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I see a flicker of vulnerability.
He manages to pin me down. “Please stop fighting.Cazzo,Rachel, listen to me. There’s so much to live for, so many things you haven’t experienced yet.”
I glare at him, defiance in my eyes. “And what do I have to live for, Alessandro? A life on the run? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Is that living? I am a serial killer. They will come after me. You know they will.”
“I will protect you Rachel, even from yourself.”
His grip loosens, but his gaze remains intense. “You have me.You have us. I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of his sincerity.
“I can’t, Alessandro. I can’t live knowing that at any moment, everything could be taken away. I can’t do it again,” I admit, my voice breaking.
His expression softens, and the walls around my heart crumble. “Rachel, I fucking love you. Even a blind man could see that. I thought letting you go was the only way to keep you safe. I chose you. Even when I had to betray my own people, I chose you.”
The admission hangs in the air, a revelation that stirs the storm within me. I blink back tears, refusing to let vulnerability seep through the cracks.
“You can’t protect me, Alessandro. You can’t shield me from everything. I need more than this. I can’t be a rapist’s daughter and a mafia don’s mistress” I whisper, the ache in my chest palpable.
He releases his grip, allowing me to sit up. The room feels smaller, the air charged with unspoken confessions. I wipe away a tear, my resolve waning.
