Page 19 of Her Brutal First Love

This is not the way.

This is not My way.

Giancarlo knew what God was asking of Him.

I'm sorry.

But the past sixteen months had changed him.

And it was as if he was back in square one.

Giancarlo was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders again.

And even though he knew this wasn't true—-

The hell he was in felt so damn deep...it just didn't seem possible that even God could save him.

Chapter Eight

Every hour brought a new report to Giancarlo's desk.

Guest manifests.

Security footage.

Staff interviews.

Credit card transactions.

Room service orders.

Elevator usage logs.

With Sheif Nassif's royal clearance to back him up, there was nothing Sarica could do that Giancarlo wouldn't know.

But even though he had yet to come across any indication of Sarica being in contact with Dauphin Tueur in any way—-

The total silence only grated on him and set Giancarlo on edge. Ezio, his youngest brother, was the only one who usually managed to get past his security measures. But perhaps Tueur was just as good as staying invisible?

Jealousy clawed at his chest as sickening images from Giancarlo's nightmares started playing back in his mind.

Sarica in a shower with Tueur—-

Sarica moaning the other man's name—-

And Tueur smiling at him as he made Giancarlo's girl come.

He wanted to smash his fist against the desk.

Punch another hole in the wall.

Anything to unleash the violence inside of him.

But this time...Giancarlo did none of it.

This time, even though despair and hopelessness still held him back—-

He was able to hear God's voice a little more clearly this time.

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