Chapter 113

“What did you do when you found him? Tell your father?… report it?” I question, distracted from my sorrow and invested in the story of little Alexi instead. Trying to imagine what he looked like as a tiny nine-year-old boy with big grey eyes and broken over his little dog. It gets me right in the heart in excruciating ways.

“I went to his house and waited for him to come home. Then I hammered nails into his tyres and covered his paintwork in battery a*** while he was inside as payback… He killed something I loved, so I killed something he loved. I guess I never healthily showed emotion, even that young. I carry the Carrero curse that Gino seemed to bypass.” Alexi smirks, but it’s in a sad way at the last statement, almost as though cursing his flaws. I see the darkness moving into that face I know well, and even though it should cause another shiver down my spine—it doesn’t. I conjure up an angry little boy who couldn’t express his emotions correctly. He cared; he showed he di