Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
He stormed past me to the closet then grabbed one of my travelling bags as he cried. He opened it and without even removing the hangers from my clothes threw them into the Louis Vuitton travelling bag.
"How could you do this to me?" he looked up to me as he grabbed a chunk of my socks then threw it into the bag. "I don't care about your organization or your assassinations. That's cool. That for you, but when it comes to our love to give me your cartel ring and manipulate me into thinking it's because you love me is twisted. You put it over me."
"Bobby, I love you," I frowned as I went down on my knees and tried to pull the bag from him, but he pulled it back to him and grabbed my boxers to also shove into the bag. "I'm not leaving you."
