Marco - Hidden Secrets

After finding those images at her place, I have barely been conscious; my mind is constantly on them, and I know they are not simple photos.

One she didn't even look awake in. Finishing the drink, I slam it down.

"Careful, you just might break it." My eyes snap up at Dario.

Shit.

Don't feel

Stay calm

I watch as they walk into the room and sit. Lorenzo lazies behind me, leaning against the wall. His eyes are on the monitor. He can't see her. It just shows outside her room.

"So what are these?" He reaches forward, and I grab his wrist.

"Don't even try fucking look." I glare at him, watching as he steps back and holds his hands up.

"You said you found something, clearly not your gun, as you're no happier now than before, son." Our Father looks and waits.

"I found nothing to do with the gun or Rocco or anything to do with her family, for that matter." Sighing, I rub my head. Her story doesn't add us. None of it.

"Why are you so on edge?" Dario looks at me.

Because she fucking makes me fee