Chapter 24. End of Us

Luciano's POV

I clenched my fists in anger. So mad.

The dim light in the room cast shadows on the walls as I paced like a caged animal, my breaths ragged and heavy.

My nostrils flared, and my jaw clenched tightly, a storm of emotions twisting my features into a mask of fury and despair.

I roared, slamming my fist against the cold, unyielding wall. The dull thud echoed, followed by the sharp sting in my knuckles. Blood began to trickle down, staining my hand, but I didn’t seem to notice—or care.

My mind was just thinking about Adeline who was fighting for her life. The thought of her body going limp in my arms made me shake.

“Why did she do it?”

I shouted, my voice hoarse, shaking with both anger and anguish.

Christian stood a few steps away, his face pale but calm, his eyes clouded with concern.

He reached out a hand to steady me but I jerked away, my body trembling with unchecked rage.

“Luciano, stop this!”