Vincenzo Moreno

The present.

Fourteen minutes gone and I was worse than ever. I hadn't stopped regretting my actions and scolding myself. My greatest wish was to alter the course of time and go back to the night of January 18th. Then, bash in Alessio's head before finding Rina and making her understand she belonged to me without forcing her to bed.

"What have I done?" I didn't recognise the voice. It was frightful.

True, Rina had done me bad by allowing that stupid marking happen. True also, she'd locked lips with my archenemy; but that didn't mean I should have done what I'd done. Rape?

Fuck.

A geyser of...