When He Chose Power

You stare at the floor as tears silently run down your face. You feel numb, empty.

You stood up and walked to the door, only to be stopped by two of Cesare's men. "You're not going anywhere," the taller one said.

You sat in the back of a black car. The city passed by outside the windows. You didn't recognize it. It was clear you weren't in Milan anymore. The driver, a man with a thick mustache and no expression, drove in silence. Your mind raced with thoughts and emotions.