Carlo

I followed Alessandro on my bike, but as he stopped at the entrance, I didn’t go any further. Rik said nothing to him, and I could only assume that Dad was in the limo.

Fuck.

He didn’t even get out, and Alessandro wasn’t in there for long. What the fuck was going on?

All the color from Alessandro’s face disappeared the moment he saw me. He shook his head as I drew closer. I didn’t even have to open my mouth. Whatever it was, it had him rubbing his wrist as if it was hurt. When he stopped, I could see that it was bright red. 

“Dad do that?”...