TRAPPED

“How long are you planning to keep Italia here, Gustav?” When Zamiel barged in on his office, Gustavio isn’t surprised either.

He just rub his temples, and stared at the latter coldly.

“Why do you care?” He was stoic.

Zamiel’s jaw clenched.

“You’re being an asshole to her, didn’t you know that?” He was sarcastic.

Those words were like knives that penetrated deep on Gustavio’s core, but he never wonder why his hate towards Italia was intense. His loathsome, and the way his blood boil, whenever he catch a glimpse of her.

Zamiel wouldn’t understand.

Nobody would decipher the distraught cause by that woman that there are times where he wished he never met her. If he hadn’t—the tragedy wouldn’t took place. The remnants, the helpless him came back made Gustavio’s chest filled with an uproar. His fury was unending, but his visage remain cold, although the emotions set ablaze were already in flame.

“And you are being a bastard.” He gritted his teeth. “Had you forgotten what she did? H