SIENNA VENDITTO
I pondered for days. My composure was slipping away like water in my hands. The betrayal of Bonatelli was okay and anticipated but my uncle who I idolized… that hurt. With Lorenzo, it was an entirely different kind of pain.
I’ve prepared myself for it, I even went as far as thinking it would both be Toni and Enzo. You’d never know in this world we live in but still it hurt. More than I care to admit.
I hate that it did. He’s like my second brother and although we never really got along because he’s always so damn martyrous, he’s still family. Blood. And blood is supposed to be thicker than any oath we’d ever take. At least for me.
What a joke it’s become.
Teo knocks on my bedroom door. I know it’s him because no one else would come. My eyes shift to the clock on my wa
