Chapter Sixty-Eight

♞—Lorenzo

Niko had mustered up a dozen of his men, along with their hounds, to safeguard my home; he had done so not for me, rather for Delilah, making sure that she wouldn't attempt to flee once more. His lack of faith in me had become evidently clear; he no longer trusted me to manage Delilah. It left me feeling somewhat discordant.

He was still allowing her to stay with me, and I couldn't comprehend why; he could have removed her from me, and locked her in a prison cell so that I would never have to look upon her deceitful face again.

I judged her too soon and thought she was as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. I wasn't going to force her to stay with me but all she had to do was be honest. No excuses, no lies, no means to manipulate me into believing that she truly wanted this. She fucking sold herself to me, she didn't have any respect for herself, not a trace of conscience when it came to reaching her ambitions.

I had no right to judge anyone since I'm a murd