Chapter 120. Reversed Control

The cold water from the shower trailed down the red and black ink on Rico's broad body. He had his eyes closed, and his hands didn't move to grab a soap or sponge.

He tried to breathe in slowly, calming the storm that had formed in his chest and the series of memories flashing through his mind.

He inhaled lowly, lifting his face to the shower head and holding his breath as the water splashed harshly on his face, but he didn't turn away.

That tremor of unease had been with him since they entered Rome. The plane descending, the car ride, the old familiar mansion, the large numbers of guards and staffs—all watching him.

This place makes him sick. The whole city made him want to go on a shooting rampage and just end everything. 

He grew up here, but he hated the walls of this mansion as if it were h