𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋
I took a deep breath after swallowing my second glass of bourbon. The memories felt like daggers piercing the flesh of my heart over and over again. I hated that they still held so much power over me. After all the time that had passed, the memories still tortured me. She still tortured me.
"It's a little early for a drink, don't you think?"
I looked up at Antonio, who took a seat across from me by the bar. "You want one?"
"Fuck, yes."
I snorted and poured my brother a drink while refilling mine.
