Chapter 67. You Make It Easy to Fall

BELLADONNA 

I didn't know why I called him. I just didn't… Fuck, I didn't like how so down he seems. 

What Medea did was a huge stab in the back for him. In fact, she didn't use a knife but a cutlass instead. And I could see what that was doing to Papa, how it was bearing down on his shoulders. He felt something for Medea, it might be love, it might be another strong emotion, but I know he felt something positive towards her, and that bitch didn't deserve it. Not one bit. 

Papa turned to me, a small smile on his face, and I had to swallow hard to push that lump down my throat. 

“Yes, Bella?” he asked softly, and I just blinked at him. 

What was I going to say? I didn't even know, but my mouth decided for me, “I'm still pissed at you.”

My voice cracked, and my eyes burned. Papa’s smile turned down. 

“Oh, amore mio,” he said softly. “Mi dispiace tanto. I've done so many wrongs, and only a few rights. Can you forgi