Luciano winced, the word whore dealing a devastating blow to his chest. But when Rosa tried to pull her hands away from his grasp, he refused to let go. Instead, he gripped them tighter, anchoring her to him as if letting her go in this exact moment meant losing her forever. “I know,” he choked out, his voice dropping into a rough, fractured whisper. “I know what I said, Rosie. And I know how wrong I was. I am ready to do absolutely anything to make you forget those days, my words, and that painful memory.” He took a ragged breath, looking up at her from his knees with absolute transparency.“I was a blind, paranoid fool,” he justified quietly, his eyes dark with the memory of his past self. “When we first met, my world was entirely blood, betrayal, and shadows. Everyone in my life had an agenda. Everyone was trying to plant a knife in my back or slip poison into my glass. When you were pushed into my life, my twisted, ruined mind couldn't accept that someone so pure, so untainted by
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