Chapter 208: 58

He'd admitted his involvement in the Mafia, admitting that he was forced into it when he was born, that his parents broke off from it to live a legal life as their children got older.

That the only people he'd ever killed were rapists, or paedophiles.

He was such a good man...

Such a good man…

And I'd just destroyed his fucking life.

I was a worse person than him.

In the underground fights all those years ago, I'd killed a man. I'd killed a man for the sake of a match, for the sake of some motherfucking money.

The day I got my job in the Secret Service...

And my boss was probably holding that as leverage against me. He probably had evidence that I was involved in those illegal fights, so that if I ever decided to cross him, he would give that evidence to the police.

Have me thrown in jail.

But I couldn't understand why...

I couldn't understand why it was just Donte that had been arrested.

None of his brothers, Pedro, Iglesias, Arturo.

Not his parents.

Why only Donte?

I furrowed my eyebrows as my torturous thoughts kept flooding through my body and mind. My head searing with pain.

This must have meant that his whole family were still at their house. They must have been fucking heartbroken.

His parents had now lost their son...

Pedro, Iglesias and Arturo had now lost their brother.

The only time they were ever going to see him now, was through conjugals, behind a glass wall.

Donte was never going to be able to see the real world again.

He might even be tried for the fucking death penalty for what he was sentenced for.

I took a deep breath in, trying my best to get myself together. To regain my strength. My composure. Trying to keep myself calm and sane.

A deep breath in…

…And a deep breath out.

A deep breath in…

…And a deep breath out.

But it was no fucking use. His family must have got the news that I was behind his arrest by now. They were probably going to want to seek vengeance. I double-crossed them... I didn't tell Donte who I really was.

I had to go over there. Make them see sense. Tell them that I had nothing to do with his arrest. Because I fucking didn't. I loved that man... It was just my boss that was up to no fucking good. Made me look like the bad guy.

I knew that they wouldn't want to hear what I had to say...

But they had to understand things from my point of view.

Yes, I came here as a Secret Agent.

Yes, I came here under a new identity...

But all of the feelings that I had for Donte were real.

And when I'd seen that he wasn't the stone-cold murderer I thought he was, or my boss thought he was, I started gathering evidence to find out who was really behind the murders.

Not to frame Donte.

I let out a deep sigh that I didn’t know I was holding, knowing I couldn’t just sit here all day kicking and screaming. I had to do something. I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing, and keep replaying everything that happened over and over to myself like a form of torture…

“I should start making my way there,” I mumbled to myself, before I got to my feet…

And began making my way back to Donte’s house.

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Dad had Mom in his arms, and she was sobbing against him. My heart broke watching my mother cry. I couldn’t bear this. I couldn’t fucking bear it.

This didn’t feel real. Donte was always the good one. The sensible one. And yet, he was being put behind bars for something that he didn’t even fucking do.

And that was screwing with my mind to the point of no fucking return.

I couldn’t process this.

I couldn’t fucking process it.

“I can't believe this is happening,” I breathed, feeling my heart hammer against my chest, my head searing with pain at the thought of losing my brother. My fucking rock. The man I did everything with. Grew up with, built an empire with.

He was in fucking jail.