We arrive at the block where he temporarily lives until he finishes with the case and we prepare to get in the elevator.
Damn...I have emotions. I know that a few minutes ago I was impatient to let Dante do what he wanted with me, but I had time on the way here to think. I don't know if I want him to... do whatever he said he wants to do. I wonder how he will react when I tell him that I am not ready for anything. I hope he understands me...
-"...I stopped selling drugs, not because I was tortured...".
My eyes widen when I hear my voice coming from...Dante's pocket?
His face suddenly turns pale and he puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out a tape recorder.
-What is this, Dante? I ask him more calmly than I feel inside.
- That's...Little one, it's not what you think. He tells me qu
