Will You Still Love Me

It was well past midnight, and while most people were asleep one Gio Romano was wide awake. With all that was going on, he should have been sleeping and doing everything in his power to make sure that he remained in top form.

But heavy was the crown for the one who wore it, and Gio had never felt the weight of his crown as a don as much as he had since Celeste's identity had been revealed. And now as Gio sat in the dark, his mind kept going round and round in circles. 

Let Celeste live and people would die. Kill Celeste and he would forever have have her death as his fault. If she killed him, then Gio's death would not be a peaceful one. Not only would she make sure that it hurt as much as possible. Gio himself would not be able to rest in peace. How could he, knowing the hell that he would be leaving everyone he cared about in.

If she managed to win, and get not only his people, but here own as well. It would be a bloodbath.