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I was laying on my side, facing away from the door. All the lights in the room were off, and I couldn't sleep.
It was 5AM and Lukas wasn't home yet, no doubt taking care of what happened tonight. Apollo left as soon as he dropped me off, going to 'help' Lukas, or so he said. And Lorenzo went to the hospital. Apollo left me with Mario and Mariano, but I haven't said much to them. I wasn't really in a mood to talk.
I heard the door open, and I turned my head to see Lukas walking in, covered in blood. I turned away as the bile rose in my throat, and closed my eyes tightly.
He didn't say anything.
He didn't need to.
Morozov was dead. Finally.
And while I felt relieved for that, all I was thinking about was Matteo being in the hospital because of me.
I heard the shower t
