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Lesedi was one tough nut to crack I'd give him that. Vittore pulled away from hime once again, sighing tiredly and wiping his bloody knuckles with a white handkerchief. The only thing he wanted to know was where Sante was but I think Vittore was enjoying hurting him too much. mostly after he'd seen the print on my cheek that was slowly fading and I'd fucking stuttered.

Looking back