Olivia's POV…..
"How can you stand here and say something like that?"
"If you were in their position, they would never help you, they would never care for you, they would feast and dine in your funeral without having a care for the fucking world." He spoke and a breath fell out of my lips.
I hated that he was right about this, I hate that that's what they will do:
"I'm not them, if they die, I would not care, I would not even cry for them but if they die because of me, I would care, not because I love them but because I can't live with blood on my hands, I can't sit back and watch them die because of me, because of what I have done Luca."
"Then their blood will be on my hands." He spoke and my breath hitches, my eyes filled with more tears, it didn't matter, it's the same, they are only taken because they are related to me.
"You have to help them."
