All of it was the game I thought it was, and he has just confirmed it. Alexi isn’t anything like he pretends to be, this is the real face of that utter arsehole. He cannot hide his true self for long—Devil fucking incarnate.

This time Gino isn’t fast enough and I slap Alexi in the face hard. Palm stinging with the shooting, burning pain as the noise echoes like a thwack in the unusual quiet out here. He doesn’t even react, even though it had to have hurt him as much as it did me. He just glares harder.

‘Go fuck yourself. I fucking hate you.’ I bite cruelly.

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