Rocco stormed toward Scarlett’s apartment like a madman.
It was three in the morning when he kicked her door in.
“Rocco?” She startled awake in her bed. “What are you doing here?”
He lunged, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her against the wall.
“Why did you send her those records?” he snarled.
Fear flashed in her eyes, quickly replaced by a look of wounded innocence.
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“I… I thought you two were just having a fight. I wanted her to know that you’ve always loved her…”
“Loved her?” Rocco sneered. “What did you let her see? Us, mentally entwined? Me, using her as your stand–in?”
“That wasn’t. That wasn’t what I wanted to happen…” She began to cry. “Rocco, you know I just love you so much.”
Rocco released his grip, and she slid to the floor.
“We grew up together. You promised you’d make me the happiest she–wolf in the world,” she cried, grabbing his leg.”
Caterina’s gone. We can finally be together.”
“How things were?” He looked down at her tear–streaked face.
The face he once thought was so similar to Caterina’s.
“Smile,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“I said, smile.”
Scarlett forced a weak smile.
He stared at her, searching for some trace of Caterina’s shadow in her features.
