Chapter 84. The Intruder

ALESSANDRO

Violence.

Most times that’s all I can think of. It’s all I can fucking see.

It’s all I breathe and feel. It’s all I live for.

I most times feel like I’m cursed or doomed to wallow in misery and the horror of my past actions for the rest of my life.

I’ve done bad stuff. Worse stuff than you’ve ever heard.

Nightmarish things that will keep you up all night. Very scary stuff.

Ever since I was young I’ve only known violence and bloodshed.

Kill or be killed. That was the motto Father drilled into my mind at such an early stage in life.

A dog eat dog world out there and I was supposed to be the big dog that eats other dogs.

Never to be the eaten.

I’ve never taken care of any woman before. I don’t even remember Roberta being down with morning sickness because we didn’t stay together in one room during her pregnancy.

I didn’t even know much about the pregnancy phase.

She must have handled it like the bi