Rejected by her first mate cha
Chapter 11
The man left.
After the loud sound of the lock falling, this basement returned to tranquility.
It seemed like everything had ended, in front of me was a road leading to hell.
But is everything over?
I was tapping the railing with my hand, while contemplating what to do next.
Actually, I didn’t know who Glada was.
Just now, what was said was only to smear her.
Matteo was a suspicious person, and it was never a bad thing to make him doubt something.
“Hello, wake up.”
bed on my hair.
Locked in the basement, on the third day without food or water, someone yanked on my
“We wanted to take you for a full body examination, and if there were any abnormalities in your organs, it would be bad.”
“But don’t worry, you can still live even if you lose one kidney,”
“After all, I had to sell you to another place.”
”
I was being dragged and stuffed into the car by someone. These days, my mind was so dazed that I felt like I was constantly dreaming.
In the dream, there was the shadow of a former comrade, the sacrificed mentor, and the first time killing in front of Matteo.
When my hands were stained with blood, he, on the other hand, crouched down and gently rubbed my head.
They said welcome to my joining.
He didn’t know that I had just killed the most important person to me.
The anesthetic slowly injected into my body, and then the intermittent dreams connected into one piece.
The protagonist there was soll Matteo.
No wonder, I thought Matteo was going crazy fast, countless nights, the motivation that kept me going was to send him to jail.
In the dream, it was a long time ago w when Matteo had just overthrown the leader of the organization.
Matteo gradually started whitewashing his identity, and several times I secretly lealed information to have him arrested, but he was soon released without any charges.
with me
One evening, he drank some alcohol and wanted to walk home alone wi
That day, he was probably really drunk and asked me if I wanted to be with him.
It is quite rare to hear it from Matteo’s mouth when we were together.
I shook my head, indicating that I already had someone I loved.
That night, he suddenly stopped and stood there, looking at me.
The man’s eyes were slightly red, and the wind in the mountains and forests rustled. He sneered and provocatively looked at me.
“Was your love important?”
That was the first time I caught a glimpse of madness swirling in his eyes.
Alterwards, he held my chin and kissed me.
“Even when we were not together, you were still mine.”
