CHAPTER 172 Look in the mirror

　　Lorenzo's POV

　　I can't put into words how I feel these days.

　　It changes from time to time, but the only ones that come to mind when I try to put them into words are:

　　Anger. Rage. Sadness. Vengeful. Enraged. Sober. Lifeless.

　　It's been almost a week, and it's still very difficult because I still can't bring myself to get over the fact that Gio is dead and I'll never see him again.

　　It hurts.

　　I haven't felt real hurt or pain in a long time.

　　Now I know what it feels like.

　　And it isn't a very pleasant feeling.

　　Gio had always been with me right from day one. Even through my darkest and most trying times, he was there, offering words of advice and being the best friend any man could ever ask for.

　　He always had my back. Always.

　　Without fail.

　　Gio was the first person, except Mother, to ever stand up for me against Father's cruelty. That was one of the reasons he had him and Andrea removed from the mansion and sent away to Sicily.