How could this happen? How could the world be so cruel? Or better yet, how could Emilio's mama be such a fat ass?

"That greedy bitch." Em exclaimed, closing the freezer door with a loud huff. "Two whole fucking tubs, fucking two."

"What's wrong?" Leo curiously asked, pushing himself off the door frame, making his way towards his best friend.

"She's eaten everything, it's gone, all gone." He mumbled in disbelief.

"It's fine Emmy, let's just go to bed." Leo smiled softly, he didn't need ice-cream, Emilio's company was more than enough for him.

"It's not fine." Emilio said, his eyes hardening as he glared at the closed freezer.

His mama's lucky she's asleep right now or she'd have to face his wrath. How could she eat two full tubs? Ice-cream is a pick-me-up, it's not there just to simply drown in, which seems to be what his mother's done. Does she have no care? Or better yet, self control?

Slimming world must be going great for her...

"Emmy, calm down." Leo gently gripped Emilio's hand in his. "Let's just watch some movies, I might even let you spoon me? How does that sound?"

Emilio's eyes lit up, the ice cream scenario long forgotten as he practically dragged Leo from the kitchen to his bedroom. "I'm gonna take a guess and say you like the sound of that?"

"Mhm, you never let me snuggle with you." Emilio grinned, this was more exciting than Christmas for him and Em really fucking loves Christmas. "I'm very excited now... in more ways than one, if you get my drift." He admitted, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Leo rolled his eyes, he was far too familiar with Em's vulgar statements. "I said might, don't get too excited."

"Too late."

***

"You wanna be the little spoon?" Emilio asked, snuggling deeper into the kingsize duvet.

"Depends, have you managed to calm your... excitement?" Leo asked with an eyebrow raised. He did not need little Emilio digging into his back, nope, no thank you.

"I can never calm my excitement around you amore, you should know that by now." Emilio winked, opening his arms to Leo, "C'mon, I need hugs."

Leo stared at him for a moment, his eyes drifting over his unclothed torso before turning his gaze to his palms. "Emmy, could you maybe um... would it be okay if..."

"Leo, amore." Emilio sat up, his hand slowly reaching for Leo's jaw. When he received the green light that Leo was okay with his touch, Em grasped the younger boy's jaw gently, his thumb tenderly brushing along the soft skin of Leo's cheek as their eyes met. "We don't need to snuggle, not if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no, I want to." Leo admitted softly. Suprisingly he wasn't lying, he really did want to. "But, could you, I mean... would you mind putting a shirt on? I just... I don't–"

Too much.

"Amore." Emilio cut him off, a soft smile on his lips at Leo's nervous rambling. "Of course I'll put a shirt on."

Leo exhaled a sigh of relief, lifting his own hand, he placed it on top of Emilio's holding it in place. "Thank you Em."

"No need to thank me, I'm sorry that my body is too beautiful for you to handle. I get that a lot." Emilio grinned cheekily.

"You never fail to amaze me." Leo laughed lightly.

"You never fail to amaze me too." Emilio said honestly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean it Le, you're fucking amazing and I'm so incredibly lucky to have you."

Leo gulped, his eyes boring into Em's. "I wouldn't say that."

"Why? It's the truth Leo." Emilio couldn't understand, why couldn't Leo see himself in the same light that he did? To Em, Leo was an angel, in every meaning of the word. He was selfless, brave and strong, so fucking strong. "You're perfect amore, absolute perfection."

"Stop Em, please." Leo could feel the tears burning in his eyes. He was anything but perfect, he was weak, pathetic, useless. "I can't... please."

Emilio frowned, "I'll never stop telling you the truth Le, I made a promise to you in that closet and I intend to keep my promise. I won't stop until you see yourself how I see you, I won't stop until you realise just how special you are."

A tear fell from Leo's eye before he could stop it, how could Emilio think so highly of him? After everything Leo's done, everything he's caused... how could Em still see him as he did before?

Emilio gently brushed his thumb under Leo's eye, catching each tear as they continued to fall. "Don't cry mio amore, please don't cry."

"I just... I don't know how you can say that shit Em. I'm not special and I'm nowhere near perfect. Not in the slightest."

"You'll always be perfect to me, Le, always." Emilio admitted, his heart breaking at Leo's lack of self worth. "Ti amo."

"I love you more." Leo smirked, knowing Em hated when people tried to one-up him, as he called it.

Emilio rolled his eyes. "Impossible." He laughed, moving forward, he gently brushed his lips across Leo's cheek. "So fucking impossible."

"Put a shirt on," Leo laughed, ignoring the flood of warmth at Em's small act of affection.

"Sì capo." Em saluted, hesitantly pulling back, he quickly pulled on one of Leo's old sweaters he'd stolen. Laying down in the centre of the bed, he opened his arms to the younger boy. "Come to daddy."

"For fuck sake," Leo huffed, shimming into Em's hold. "Never say that, ever."

"Call me daddy Le, just this once." He whined with a slight pout.

Leo shook his head in amusement, not a fucking chance. "Goodnight tesoro."

Emilio sighed loudly, that was much better than what he asked for.

So much better.

Wrapping his arms tightly around Leo, he pulled him closer burying his face in the younger boy's curls, inhaling his lavender scent.

Home.

"Goodnight amore."

***

Carter entered Emilio's bedroom at ten am, his eyes hardening as he took in the sight of the two cuddling boys.

"What the fuck..." he mumbled under his breath.

Nope, not happening. Too young, far too young.

"Wake up!" He whisper-yelled, harshly poking Em's cheek repeatedly.

Emilio groaned, tightening his arms around Leo as he opened his eyes to glare at the intruder. "Piss off Car."

It was far too early for Em to have to look at Carter's face. He wanted to be awoken by the beautiful sight of Leo, not the sixth best option.

Leo, Zac, Ace, Jack, Callan...

"Emilio, get your fucking hands off my brother and come get breakfast." Carter flicked Em's forehead aggressively, his eyes softening as he took in Leo's sleeping figure. "How was he after last night?" He whispered, worry evident in his tone.

Em gently released Leo from his hold, careful not to wake him before rubbing his now throbbing forehead. "Meh, he was okay-ish." He made a so-so gesture with his hand.

"What does okay-ish mean?"

"Obviously it means he was kinda okay." Emilio rolled his eyes, what a fucking idoit.

"Great fucking help you are." Carter frowned, gently brushing his hand through Leo's hair. "I'm worried about him." He admitted softly. "He's been... different lately."

"He's going through some shit right now, he'll be okay, I'll make sure of it." Emilio assured, his tone laced with determination.

Em really wanted, no needed to have a... chat with Marco.

"Going through what?" Carter asked, his eyes leaving Leo as he turned to Em. What is he missing?

"Oh just–"

Saved by the bell—

"Hurry up, mama is complaining that the food is getting cold." Enzo interrupted as he barged in. "Le, wake up!" He said loudly, gently nudging the younger boy's foot with his palm.

Carter turned to glare at his friend as Leo woke with a jump, "Fucking hell Enzo, you scared him." He all but growled. Smacking his friend on the shoulder before turning to a panic struck Leo. "You okay fratello?" He asked softly.

No.

"Yeah," Leo breathed, his blurry sleep-filled eyes focusing on his surroundings. "M'fine."

Carter wasn't convinced, he needed to speak with his brothers, something wasn't adding up. "Okay... let's get breakfast, c'mon mama B's made your favourite."

***

"Leo, mio bambino." Francesca smiled softly as Leo entered the dining room, completely ignoring Emilio's presence. "Come give mama a hug." She opened her arms wide, making grabby hands at him.

Leo complied, wrapping his arms around the middle-aged woman. "Morning mama B." He mumbled softly, the tension leaving his shoulders at the warmth Mrs. Bianchi's hug provided.

Just for a moment, always just a moment.

Mrs. Bianchi had a comforting aura, Leo always felt somewhat relaxed in her presence.

She often told Leo stories about his own mama, given the fact the two women had been best friends since pre-school. Both joined at the hip all the way to their adult years, until Francesca's husband, Giovanni, got a promotion meaning they had to move to Italy, three years prior to the murder of Leo's parents.

They, of course returned with two year old Emilio and six year old Enzo, as soon as they'd heard the news of James and Rose's passing. It completely devastated Francesca, she didn't know how to carry on her life without her best friend.

On the day of her funeral, Francesca made a silent promise to Rose.

She'd always look out for her children, she'd be there for all of them, no matter what.

Leo could tell by the way mama B's eyes glistened during those stories, just how much his mama meant to her.

And little did Leo know, that out of all his siblings, he reminded Francesca most of her late best friend.

"Oh good morning mama, oh good morning Emilio." Em muttered bitterly. "I swear you love Leo more than you love me."

"Sì," Francesca nodded, a hint of mischief in her stormy grey eyes. "I do."

"How's the slimming classes going?" Emilio asked with an innocent grin.

Pay backs a bitch mama.

Francesca glared at her son, she didn't like the route this conversation was heading. "Fine," she grumbled.

It wasn't fine at all, she'd definitely start back on Monday.

"Oh really? I bet you'll have gained five pounds by your next weigh in."

"Emilio Fabiano Bianchi! I will not." She all but gasped.

"Yes you will mama, that's what eating two full cartons of ice-cream will do to you!"

"You're grounded."

"Yeah, yeah." Emilio waved a hand dismissively. "You and I both know you won't stick to that."

Francesca raised an eyebrow, "This time I will."

Delusional. 

"Mhm, sure. Just means your stuck with me, day in day out, every second, every minute, every hour. Just you and I." Emilio stated wistfully, before proceeding to go on and on about the quality mother-son time they could have.

Francesca paled, "Okay, maybe you're right. You're not grounded."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Emilio grinned triumphantly, moving into the dinning room, he took the seat beside his elder brother.

"How are you figlio?" Francesca asked Leo, a hint of concern swirling in her eyes.

"M'fine mama B." Leo mumbled softly, his hands tightly gripping the ends of Atlas' hoodie.  He wasn't fine, not in the slightest.

"I'm always here for you Leo, you know that, don't you?" She asked, resting her hand on the younger boy's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

Leo's lips curved into a strained smile, "I know, thank you."

"Come, let's get you some food. You're looking much slimmer from the last time I saw you." Francesca admitted with a slight frown.

Leo nodded but made no comment on her admission. Following Mrs. Bianchi into the dinning room, he took the seat beside Carter before the latter handed him a plate filled with food.

"Thanks Car." Leo mumbled, staring at the food with nausea swirling in his gut.

He couldn't bring himself to eat, no matter how hungry he felt, he just couldn't do it.

Especially not after last night.

Carter bit his lip, gazing at Leo in concern. He'd heard Mrs. Bianchi mention Leo's weight and now Carter couldn't understand how he'd only just noticed himself.

Leo's cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones more prominent than ever. His jaw line looked razor sharp due to the lack of fat. His wrists were thin, so thin that Carter bet he could easily wrap his hands around the flesh, whilst joining his overlapping his fingers.

"Leo, eat your food." He said with a slight kiss of his teeth. Please eat something.

"I'm not feeling to great." Leo mumbled, his eyes never leaving his plate.

"Please, just a little bit? Here," Carter moved the bread from his plate to Leo's. "Even try some toast."

"Car, I'm not hungry." Leo sighed, he just wanted to sleep.

"Go lay down bambino." Francesca told him, worry evident in her voice. "I'll heat up some soup for you in a bit."

"Thanks mama B." Leo smiled softly, before making his way out of the dinning room, feeling everyone's eyes on him as he did.

After a long and much needed nap, Leo managed to drink some soup before calling Zac.

It took a lot of convincing from both Leo and Francesca, before the eldest Lombardi agreed to allow Leo to spend the rest of the weekend at the Bianchi's.

No one could say no to mama B.

***
Trigger Warning;
Mentions of Violence, drugs and SA.

The rest of the weekend passed far to quickly for Leo.

He wanted nothing more than to rewind back to Saturday and simply forget Monday's even existed.

His day was not going well in the slightest. He'd only been in three classes and had managed to add another two failures, to his ever-growing list of F marked assignments.

Fuck, how could he have gone from being a straight A student, to now having failed five assignments in less than a week?

Zac was going to be so disappointed in him, they all were.

As the day continued to drag on, Leo couldn't seem to focus on anything or anyone. He was to caught up in his never-ending thoughts of self-pity, that mixed with the ever-lasting hisses of his parcel tongue companions.

Shut up, shut up, shut up.

On his way to the cafeteria, Leo's body harshly clashed with another, causing him to almost topple before he managed to steady himself.

"Sorry—" He began, the words catching in his throat as his blues locked to Maya's greens. "I need to go." He mumbled, moving around Maya's figure until her manicured hand gripped his forearm.

"We need to talk." She stated simply, her eyes giving nothing away. A beryl pit of nothingness as she maintained eye contact.

"I don't want to." Leo frowned, trying and failing to pry his arm from her grip. "Let me go Maya, there's nothing to say."

"I've got plenty to say!" She fumed, her eyes darting around the near-empty corridor. "How could you do this? How could you make everything a bigger deal than it needed to be? I've lost all my friends because of you, all except Bella. How is that fair Leo?"

"That's not my fault." Leo whispered, though his words betrayed his thoughts.

A bigger deal than it needed to be.

"Yes it is! All because you're to pathetic to stand up for yourself. You just had to get everyone else involved and now you've ruined my life!" She stomped her foot angrily, her eyes hardening as her grip loosened on his sleeve.

Pathetic.

"You can't fight your own battles Leo, can you? You always need someone else to do it for you, whether that be your brothers, Lily, the boys. Why didn't you push me off of you sooner? I was drunk Leo! You could've tried harder, I didn't realise what I was doing! You need to learn how to stick up for yourself, because there won't always be someone else to do it for you." She spat, giving Leo one last glare before walking away.

Why didn't you push me off?
To pathetic to stand up for yourself.
You could've tried harder.
You need to learn how to stick up for yourself.

Maya's words echoed in Leo's mind, taunting him, giving him the shove he needed to do what he'd been so desperate to do for years.

Stand up for himself.

Time to find Marco.

***

Finding Marco was much easier than Leo had anticipated.

The hard part, was that Leo had no idea how to proceed. The way he'd imagined this to pan out in his mind, seemed so much easier. Now that he was mere-meters from the devil, fear washed over him like waves, his feet desperately pleading for him to run.

But he wouldn't, he couldn't.

This had to be over, Leo had to put an end to all things Marco.

With one large intake of air, Leo moved towards his tormentor.

"Little L." Marco greeted with a lazy smirk, his eyes locked to the bandage on Leo's nape, causing his jaw to clench.

"Leo." Brody greeted cheerfully, faltering slightly at Leo's lack of acknowledgement.

"Give us a minute Brod." Marco nodded his head to his best friend, gesturing for him to piss off.

"Kay, I'll just stand over there." Brody sighed, his eyes glancing at Leo once more before he left.

"Why the fuck is your neck covered, take the bandage off." Marco spat, his hand reaching for Leo's nape.

Do it, just one word. C'mon.

"No." Leo said, a hint of determination in his tone. Or maybe it was desperation.

Marco let out a humourless chuckle. "No?" He cocked his head to the side. "What good has that word ever done for you in the past Le?"

Stand up for yourself.

"We're done, whatever this," Leo gestured between them with his hand. "Is, it's done. I don't want to do this Marc, I've never wanted this, I've never wanted you."

In a flash, Marco had Leo pinned against the locker, his hand harshly clenched around the younger boy's throat. "Is that so?" He whispered, his eyes darkening to near black.

Leo nodded, his fear taking over as Marco's grip tightened on his already bruised throat.

Pathetic.

"Hm, okay." Marco shrugged with a smirk, "I guess your sister will just have to do. She's not what I want, but since you don't want me, who knows, maybe she will." He paused, a flash of evil taking over his features. "And even if she doesn't, you know better than anyone, just how much the word no turns me on."

It was like a flood of emotion burned into Leo, anger being the main one. He couldn't even think of his actions as his fist landed a solid punch to Marco's jaw. The older boys head jolting back at the contact, his grip on Leo's throat leaving completely.

"You're sick." Leo spat, his hands trembling from a mixture of fear and rage. "Everything's finished Marco, this is over, fucking accept it and move on."

Marco's punch was much harder than Leo had anticipated, the contact to his cheek causing his head to hit off the lockers behind him, a sickening crack echoing throughout the near-empty corridor.

"You're mine Leo, so no I'm not accepting anything and I'll never move on. You belong to me, you always have." Marco proceeded to hit Leo again, this time his fist made direct contact with Leo's ribs, causing him to wheeze a breath as the wind escaped him.

"Marco, what the fuck!" Brody intervened, pulling his friend away from the younger boy, whom was slumped against the lockers, small drops of crimson leaking from the back of his head, the warm liquid trailing down his nape, staining the collar of his white shirt.

"Piss off Brody, this is between us." Marco nodded his head towards Leo, pushing himself from his grip. He grasped Leo's throat once again, pressing him harshly against the lockers. "Do you understand Le?"

"I've never been yours." Leo wheezed, "And I never will be."

"Get the fuck off him!" A new, all to familiar voice cut in, causing Leo to slump. He really wanted to handle this himself.

Marco didn't get the chance to react as Emilio ran at him full speed, knocking all three of the boys to the floor.

Before all hell broke lose.

***

"Where is everyone else?" Carter asked, coming to sit at their usual lunch table.

Only Callan, Jack, Alex, Ace, Atlas, Elliot and Enzo were the only ones sat down, leaving the twins, Leo, Lily, Emilio, Luke and the Beckets missing.

"Luke's got a private music lesson, the twins have detention and Lily's with Rafe." Atlas told him all in the one breath, taking a large gulp of his blue Gatorade before continuing at the same speed. "Emilio went to find Leo, and I have no clue where Sofia and Aaron are."

Carter blinked, twice, thrice. "You're so annoying." He admitted, causing most of the boys to frown.

"You're one to talk." Ace snorted.

Atlas gasped, spitting out a mouthful of the blue liquid as he did. "I just fucking told you where everyone was. How in the heck does that make me annoying?" He threw his hands up exasperated.

"Atlas, watch your mouth." Elliot scolded with a tut, causing the younger boy to roll his eyes.

"You just spat on me." Ace frowned, staring at Atlas with a glare before moving his gaze to the blue stain on his white shirt.

Not for the first time... Atlas internally giggled at his own thoughts.

Callan blinked, staring at Ace, who was gaping at Atlas with a mixture of amusement and anger, before moving his questioning gaze to Atlas, "Did you just say—"

"Callan!" John from Callan's year group called with urgency as he approached their table, cutting off Callan's question.

"What's up John?" He asked with a small smile.

"Your brother," John panted, his lungs burning from running. Gosh he really needed to exercise more.

"What brother?" Alex interrupted with a frown, a slight hint of panic in his words.

"What's going on?" Jack asked, sensing John's urgency.

"Your brother, the little angry looking one." John clarified, causing each of the boys to tense. John then turned to Enzo, "yours too."

Enzo stiffened further, "What is it?" He asked in worry. Had there been some kind of accident? Was Em okay?

"It all happened out of nowhere! One minute your little angry brother was yelling, then the next there's punches, you know like pow pow pow. Then your little gay brother cut in and fucking tackled the dude, it was awesome, but now it's getting way out of hand. Marco is seriously—"

"What!?" Ace jumped from his seat, "What's Marco got to do with this, punches? What the fuck is going on?"

The rest of the boys all stood seconds after Ace, only just processing John's commentary.

"John, where's Leo and Emilio? And what is going on?" Callan asked, his words rushed.

John gulped, "The little angry one is Leo?" Callan nodded, "He's um fighting with Marco in the corridor next to the sports fields."

Marco? Carter had murder on his mind. Marco is the same age as Callan, four years older than Leo! What kind of nineteen year old fights with a fifteen year old?

"Let's go!" Ace yelled, each of the boys rushing out of the cafeteria towards the supposed fight.

***

Emilio straddled Marco, his hand reaching for the older boys neck. "You're a dirty fucking rapist." Em spat bitterly, disgust evident in his stormy greys.

"Oh am I?" Marco grinned maliciously, shoving Emilio off him with ease. "Brody, hold him back. Leo and I need to have a discussion."

"Marc—"

"Fucking hold him back Brody!" Marco spat, his eyes glaring at his best friend, his gaze only softening as Brody responded with a meek nod.

Marco stalked towards Leo, pulling him to his feet before pressing his back against the locker, cadging him in completely.

"Did you tell him everything Leo?" Marco chuckled darkly, brushing his thumb across Leo's split lip.

Leo paled at Marco's words, telling the older boy everything he needed to know. He brought his hand back to Leo's throat, gripping his wounded skin like a vice. "Didn't think so." He smirked triumphantly. "Oh look," Marco's smirk grew wider.

Leo followed his line of sight, seeing each of his brothers and their friends rushing towards the scene, trying their best to push through the crowd of spectating students. Fuck, please no.

"Get the fuck off him Marco!" Carter screamed as he barged through the swarm of teens.

"I don't think he wants me to let go Carter." Marco called back, watching as each Lombardi face turned to one of rage. "Tell me Leo," Marco said loudly, watching in anticipation as the brothers nearly reached the front of the crowd. "Did you tell them what you told Emilio? Do they know?"

"Marc... please don't." Leo choked, tears falling from his eyes as he begged.

Marc? Each of the boys frowned at the nickname, since when is Leo on nickname bases with Marco?

"What did I say Le, hm?" Bringing his mouth to Leo's ear, he whispered. "You know what begging does to me." His lips brushing Leo's skin with each word.

"Did he tell you?" Marco turned to the Lombardi brothers just as the barged through the last few students. "Did your precious baby brother share his deepest darkest secrets with you all?"

Callan pushed through the crowd, making him the first brother to the scene. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He raged, "Let him go right now before I fucking kill you."

"Ah," Marco grinned, his fingers tightening on Leo's throat. "You do that Cal, and you'll never know the secrets he keeps, the lies he tells."

The rest of the boys reached the front of the crowd, a few of Marco's friends stepping in to hold them further back.

"What's he talking about Le?" Alex asked with a frown, "Get your fucking hands off me," He spat, shoving one of Marco's minions away.

Jack on the other hand, he froze. The hand on Leo's neck, the trembling, the way Leo curled himself from Marco, the words Marco spoke two years prior... two years.

Leo's birthday, the hickey, the fear of touch...

Jack knew.

"Yeah Le, what am I talking about?" Marco grinned, nodding his head to his other friends, silently telling them to hold the brothers back.

"Marc, please..." Leo plead, bringing his hands to his nape, placing them on top of Marco's as he tried to pull himself from the older boys hold. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll do anything Marc, please stop."

"Anything, hm?" Marco laughed loudly, casting his eyes to Emilio. "You couldn't do the one thing I asked of you, so forgive me, but your promises mean nothing querido."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Ace fumed, punching one of the many minions trying to hold him back. Since when did Marco have so many friends? "And why the fuck are you calling him pet names?"

The boys managed to fight off most of Marco's friends, Carter being the first free from their hold. Just as he went to finally intervene, Leo's shout had him pausing in his steps.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Leo fumed, wheezing as he did from the grip on his nape. Bringing his leg up, he harshly kneed Marco in the crouch before giving him one swift punch to the face. "What did I ever do to you Marc! You were supposed to be my friend! I fucking trusted you!"

Friend? Each of the boys — minus Jack who still stood, pale as a ghost and frozen in place — frowned, what the fuck is going on?

Leo stupidly let his guard down among his shouts, Marco's fist making direct contact with his cheek, knocking him to the floor. "Did you forget who taught you how to fight? You're fucking pathetic Leo." Marco spat, lifting his foot, getting ready to stomp on the younger boy.

"Get the fuck away from him!" Jack screamed, snapping from his shock.

Carter was quick to tackle Marco, knocking the older boy to the floor before straddling his hips, landing two solid blows to the older boys face, breaking his nose on the second.

Marco laughed, turning his gaze to Jack. "Ah, he told you Jack, didn't he?" He asked, his words causing Carter's fist to pause mid air.

Carter's eyes darted to his blonde brother, whom had rushed towards Leo, helping him to his feet, Alex doing the same, whilst Enzo and Elliot pulled Emilio from Brody's grasp.

Jack ignored Marco's question, wrapping his arm around Leo's waist before pulling him to his feet. Callan was quick to step in and access his younger brothers injuries.

"What's he taking about?" Ace turned to Jack, "Do you know something?"

"Marco, stop." Leo all but whimpered, his reaction causing Callan's frown to deepen. What is he hiding?

"Marco, shut the fuck up!" Emilio fumed, trying to break from Enzo's hold. God he wanted to kill that bitch.

"Of course he told you, it would make sense wouldn't it?" Marco grinned, "After all, you know exactly what it's like to be a filthy little junkie, don't you?"

***
End of chapter 21
Sorry for the delay!
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Translation;
Figlio - Son.
Querido - Darling.

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