Page 25 of Dare To Love Me

But with Becka, the thought of her being mine but not feeling anything for me… of not being able to feel for me because of what I was, gutted me like a fish.

I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped the counter with enough force to feel the edges bite my skin. They would be ashamed of me.

I hardened myself against the thought and beat it back with a sledge hammer. They weren’t here, and I had survived doing what I had to, then found a purpose. End of story.

My gloves and suit went on the floor, letting the cleaners know to come pick them up. I took a shower to clean the blood off and put on one of the fresh suits I kept in the bathroom closet.

Fighting back a killer headache I plopped down at my desk, then took out my phone.

Luca: It’s done. He learned his lesson.

Matteo: Good.