Loved Wrong
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The eighth time I caught Matteo with another woman, it was in the master bedroom of the Falcone penthouse.
I smashed everything on the vanity that could be smashed. Crystal perfume bottles shattered across the floor, and the whole room choked on the smell of roses. The woman fled wrapped in a bedsheet. Matteo didn't even glance at her.
He just opened the nightstand drawer and took out the revolver.
He swung out the cylinder, tipped five bullets into his palm, and left one. A flick of his thumb sent the cylinder spinning. It clicked shut.
Then he pressed the muzzle to his own temple.
"Matteo—"
I smashed everything on the vanity that could be smashed. Crystal perfume bottles shattered across the floor, and the whole room choked on the smell of roses. The woman fled wrapped in a bedsheet. Matteo didn't even glance at her.
He just opened the nightstand drawer and took out the revolver.
He swung out the cylinder, tipped five bullets into his palm, and left one. A flick of his thumb sent the cylinder spinning. It clicked shut.
Then he pressed the muzzle to his own temple.
"Matteo—"


















































