⚠️ Warning: This chapter contains graphic violence and abuse!
Salvatore let out a short, dry chuckle. He leaned back and crossed his legs. "Well, then. Good night."
Milo felt the heat in his face. He felt like a coward. He had been given a door to freedom, and he had slammed it shut himself. He wanted to cry. How stupid he was!
Milo, why?!!!
He stood up.
Nero spoke a little more before finally walking out.
Milo followed Nero without looking back.
The car ride was silent. Sean was driving; Nero was sitting next to Milo, keeping the young man still.
Milo stared out the window, watching the Portello estate disappear into the darkness.
Nero grabbed Milo's chin and forced him to look at him. "What is that? So sad to leave?"
Milo shook his head vigorously. "No!"
Nero smiled. "Did you spend a lot of time with him?"
Milo nodded slowly. He answered carefully. "Y-yes. As you ordered."
"And? What did you see? Is he going to die soon?"
