Chapter 42 Federico

• "Are you staying or will you go back?" Ophelia asks.
• "Go back where?" I ask absentmindedly while my fingers flex around the coffee cup in my hand. It's already ten in the morning but Regina hasn't come back. I fucking spent the night here, waiting for her but she never came. I even tried calling her and that crazy woman sent my calls to voicemail. Did she really spend the night with Bianchi? I hope she didn't. Because if he so much as touched a single hair on her head, he wouldn't live to see another day. From the moment she kissed me back, she was mine.
• Fuck it.