Chapter 94. Love Is Like Cocaine

MAXIMILIANO

The turn my life had taken in the past couple of months was nothing short of mind-blowing.

"Maxim, the windshield's bigger than the rearview mirror for a reason," Mamma would say. But part of me still couldn't believe the life I was living now.

I just turned 30. Married now. With a kid on the way.  And like Adreana's pregnancy, the outrageous numbers on my latest bank statement still wouldn't sink in.

Maybe it was just unprocessed grief. Shock. Unresolved childhood traumas. Daddy issues. Or all of the above.

Maybe it was just my conscience haunting me. Or Pappa. 

Did he hate me for killing him? For stealing his millions? For ruining his plans?

Probably.

Although he was a self-serving, greedy scumbag in every sense of the word, he shouldn't have died that way. He wouldn't have died that day if I didn't show up with a dangerously armed entourage.

I shot him without even flinching.

Murdered him in cold bl