Deep hatred

Fiorella's POV

"Fiorella" Enzo called again and swayed his hand close to my face to know if I was really conscious. I blinked rapidly and sighed. "Fiorella, are you okay?" He asked and I sat up without answering.

It was like my entire strength got drained out of my body, tears only kept flowing from my eyes, Enzo cupped my cheeks and made me face him.

"I got my memories back" I muttered and his eyes lit up.

"What did you remember? " He asked anxiously.

I sniffed "I...remember Tito ordering my father to beaten to death, he did not even give my father a chance to explain, he killed him like a fly, it was so terrible"

"He is such a heartless person" Enzo sighed and wiped my tears away.

"I... think, that's why I couldn't remember anything, I had to wipe it out of my mind, it was too horrific" I cried and held his hands on my face.

"Breathe, let me go get some water" He said and kissed my forehead before leaving me.

He came back with a glass of water and handed it to me, I collected