Chapter 45 Whirlwind Of Fear And Guilt

• My head hung low throughout his tirade, too ashamed and scared to meet his gaze. My mind was a whirlwind of guilt and fear. How had I misjudged everything so badly?
• But when I finally looked up, I saw something that I never thought I would see in Antonio's eyes—tears. He was crying. The powerful, intimidating mafia boss who commanded fear and respect was crying because of me.
• Antonio's shoulders shook slightly as he struggled to keep his composure. "You mean more to me than anything, Evelyn," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I did everything I could to bring you back, and it kills me to see you in pain. I know . I know I wasn't quick to finding you but I promise I tried” He said as he cried and he banged the table.