Alessandro
She could only cry, shake her head and squirm.
No matter how many times I tried to tell myself that I could slip right back into the past version of me that killed a man in cold blood for no reason, I still couldn't do it.
The switch just refused to flip.
My father must have then sensed my internal battle with myself as he could notice my sagged shoulders and hesitant body language as I sat on top of the girl whose tearful eyes I couldn't look away from, he switched up his game.
He attacked me where he knew I couldn't defend or resist. He hit my sore spot.
He used my family against me.
He threatened to slit my mother's throat, marry off Bianca to a drug lord pervert and force Valentino to do what I couldn't do if I didn't slit her throat on ten counts.
I couldn't imagine my little brother, Valentino, who loved to play with animals and take pictures of everything with his toy camera being forced to have sex with a girl and kill her afterwards.