My answer was automatic. The same thing I’d been telling myself over and over again. “Nothing that won’t—”

“DON’T tell me that.” He cut me off before I could finish. “Tell me what he did. Everything.”

But I didn’t want to. Because he would never look at me the same. The anger drained out of me as fast as it had come on, leaving me lightheaded. I felt weak. Ashamed. And I knew it was stupid, but I couldn’t help it. However, I knew there was no avoiding this conversation. Not anymore, thanks to fucking Mario and his hard on for knives. Much like his brother.

Luca closed his eyes,...