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Oh yeah, that fucking did it.

Fully succumbing to my anger, I let it guide my actions.

Everything happened in a blur, and I barely registered the next few seconds into my memory bank.

The moment my hand shot out and snatched his glass of liquor off his desk, it felt like things happened in the blink of an eye.

I flung the liquid at his face, chucked the glass right into his chest, slapped him across the face, and punched him sometime right after the slap.

I almost wanted to deny my actions if it weren't for the reddened imprint of my hand on his cheek and the swelling on his other, paired with the dull ache in my hands.

"Fuck you." I seethed with anger so hot it felt like lava coming up my throat.

As a final 'fuck you' to him, I yanked the necklace he gave me in the beginning, his mark on me, and threw it at him.

"I hate you."

Chapter 35

Luciano

"I don't love you."

"I hate you."

Her angry words cut themselves into my mind and engraved themselves into every groove of my brain. And what broke my barriers were her hurtful eyes. I wasn't even upset at her for the outburst of fury or the fact she laid her hands on me. No, none of that mattered when I saw how broken and hurt her beautiful eyes dulled out. I was a coward for looking away from her eyes, avoiding the penance for my sins.

I did the one thing I swore I would never do to her: I hurt her.

I hurt my Juliet.

No, I broke my Juliet.

I broke her, shattered her, then stomped all over the pieces.

"Cazzo!"

The pain in my foot from kicking my desk chair didn't faze me because of my numbing anger.

I'm such a fucking idiotic bastard!

Picking up the empty liquor glass, I threw it against the wall with a shout of anguish and anger.

Never before have I hated myself so much. This self-loathing felt disgusting but deserved. I should have never let my anger get the best of me, let alone said the things I did. I couldn't even comprehend the fact I said such words to Juliet, especially the part about her going back to the place and calling her a whore.

"You fucking idiot!" I cursed at myself as I slammed my head against the wall as a punishment.

Honestly, I didn't even know how such words came to my mind. Everything turned into a haze the moment she ripped into me and shoved at me.

Shouting angrily at the air, I punched the wall, putting a nice hole in it. I couldn't even bring myself to scream at the pain in my hand because I fucking deserved it.

Whatever pain and punishment came my way as a result of me being a shitty person was all deserved.

The only thing I didn't deserve right now was Juliet.

My sweet Juliet.

Sliding down the wall, I let myself drown in my despair while I mentally ripped myself apart like never before. I called myself every name in the book in both English and Italian, saying any and every hurtful thing I had ever heard or come up with in my life.

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