*Caterina*
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t think straight.
I couldn’t even find the strength to make it through the whole interrogation.
Somewhere between, what seemed like, the tenth and twentieth attempt to get Antonio’s man to give us even just a piece of viable info I left the room. I had to.
There was no way my nerves were capable of handling another moment of it all. Between the agonizing silence and hearing Elio lose his temper, I was fairly certain that it was going to end up in another bloodbath.
I was just waiting for the final nerve to snap inside of him and watch him send his fist hurling through the air. Or maybe one of the men was getting ready to pull a gun or throw a blade at the guy.
I didn’t know what frightened me more—the unbreakable tension or the way that Elio shifted his entire demeanor for the sake of potentially gathering information.
Where did this side of him come from? Did it always exist? How come I’d never seen it growing up?
