Finding chaos [2]

“It was me!” Lino shouted repeatedly, his voice trembling with disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m saying this! I shouldn’t be saying this! Why can’t I stop?!”

Lino was painfully aware of his own words, yet powerless to hold them back. His confession poured out uncontrollably, as if a dam had burst within him, releasing a torrent of long-buried guilt and frustration.

Lucian watched him, his expression unreadable.

These were the words he had dreaded hearing, but somehow, deep down, he had expected them.

But from Lino? He hadn’t expected that.

Lino was the least suspicious person in his circle, but Lucian had learned long ago that it’s often the least suspicious who turn out to be the betrayers.

Never let your guard down, no matter what.

But what had changed?

Lino, who had been a father figure to him. Lino, who had been Godfather’s closest friend, a man Lucian had trusted without question.

What had gone wrong along the way?

“Why?” Lucian finally asked, his voice cold and sharp. “Why di