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Questo non può accadere. Non c'è modo cazzo.
Cazzo, come potrebbe accadere qualcosa di simile. Ho provato di tutto.
Ho provato di tutto ...
Sono davvero senza speranza
*****
Romano shut the laptop lid and collapsed on top of it, burying his head in his arms in complete and utter despair. They'd had the jury on their side- No, fuck the jury- he'd had the Family lawyer, and albeit indirectly, all of Liberty's stationed mafia on his side. It had cost him, but he'd risked life, limb, dignity and freedom to acquit Antonio.
Or at least he felt as if he had.
Going back to the underground, relying on Famiglia, was not something he wanted to do twice.
The Italian's shoulders began to jerk against hitched breathing as he sobbed into the scratched ebony cover of his computer (it had been thrown, battered, stepped on, fixed and replaced more times than he could remember). The door to his room was locked, but he knew somewhere in that four-storey mansion, Antonio lived as if the whole world had crashed down upon his shoulders.
And Lovino could do absolutely nothing.
Later, he would probably look back on that blog and delete it.
Cazzo, come potrebbe accadere qualcosa di simile. Ho provato di tutto.
Ho provato di tutto ...
Sono davvero senza speranza
*****
Romano shut the laptop lid and collapsed on top of it, burying his head in his arms in complete and utter despair. They'd had the jury on their side- No, fuck the jury- he'd had the Family lawyer, and albeit indirectly, all of Liberty's stationed mafia on his side. It had cost him, but he'd risked life, limb, dignity and freedom to acquit Antonio.
Or at least he felt as if he had.
Going back to the underground, relying on Famiglia, was not something he wanted to do twice.
The Italian's shoulders began to jerk against hitched breathing as he sobbed into the scratched ebony cover of his computer (it had been thrown, battered, stepped on, fixed and replaced more times than he could remember). The door to his room was locked, but he knew somewhere in that four-storey mansion, Antonio lived as if the whole world had crashed down upon his shoulders.
And Lovino could do absolutely nothing.
Later, he would probably look back on that blog and delete it.