52

Alessio

Camille's grip tightens on my arm and the feel of her desperation sinking into me is what makes me the loser, and I lower my gun.

Richard's unwavering smile becomes triumphant and he straightens, hardening his stare.

"Get the fuck out of my house." I don't know how I can speak. "And don't contact Camille ever again. Stay the fuck away from her."

"As you wish, brother." That's the first time he's called me that and his words were dripping with poison. He looks at Camille and I hate, hate, hate the sparkle that enters his eyes. "Baby, remember what I said. I mean it. I'm still fighting for you."

With that, he walks out, and she lets my arm go.

The sound of the front door closing moments later pierces the tension and I turn to face Camille, who looks pale and frail like she might pass out.

The two of us are filled with so much indignation it's hard to believe we're the same guy and girl who walked into this house not even half an hour ago.

Her gaze falls to my gun still hanging l