|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV ||

" Are you sure that you want to do this, Luca?", David whispered, seeing through the pain that I had been trying to hold back.

I lit up the fourth cigarette that I finished in the last few minutes. When my mind wasn't working straight, I could only smoke to burn my thoughts like this cigarette.

" Yes!", I replied in a whisper, looking outside to see the clouds as we were airing high in the air to fly back to Italy. David looked away too, released a sigh as he told me,

" Think about it still...You are going to lose Miss Kiera...