Carmine's POV
It took everything I had not to inflict pain on Delilah's father, but here I am, trying to be soft like Gianni suggested. His advice plays in my mind a hundred times a day.
Soft.
Stay soft.
Be softer.
So instead of putting a bullet through anyone's head who makes Delilah unhappy, I think about her and how she'd feel.
Well, I think about how much she'd hate me if I killed anyone she cared about, and that right there makes me want to be soft. So, it's progress. On the inside, I'm still a raging killer with a hotter temper than flames, but Delilah helps with that. She cools the anger constantly flowing through me.
There's a small coffee cart in the science building, and Gianni is there ordering coffee for everyone.
"Ryan, I didn't know what you wanted, so I got you a caramel… something."
"Thank you," Ryan says in a small, fragile voice, as if he's wary of Gianni possibly tossing the hot coffee on him.
