His position as an international wealthy high profile lawyer requires him to spend very little time at home. Peeking through the peephole, I observe that the room appears to be vacant, so I use a Bobby pin from my hair to gain entry. As I push back the door, I can feel my mouth drop open.

"Dolce Gold, I thought these days were behind you." From the keyhole, the room appeared empty. A loud laugh erupts from me.

"Da Vinci," I say before my vision is pierced by his eyes. Immediately, I am overwhelmed by the feeling of exposure, and I want to run, but my feet are immovable.

"Is everything okay with you?" His eyes are filled with worry as he asks. I fall backward when I lose my balance. As soon as he saw me, he jumped up and caught me. It was evident that my Godfather was seeking answers in my eyes.

"I am concerned about you."

I am carried over to his Titian Upholstered a Wall Panel Bed, where he places me down. His face is filled with concern. He sips a sip from the half-empty glass coffee cup he holds filled with Espresso Con Panna, while his eyebrows are scrunched together.

To relieve the throbbing pain, I dig my fingernails into my skin. He pushes my hand aside.

"Stop doing that, it looks painful and I don't like it."

With a blank stare, I stare at him.

''Don't dictate what I should do with my body."

In response, I snapped.

'This is my home, so my rules apply.' As he declares.

"You must also stop burning yourself." Stunned, I looked at him. The fact that he knew made me wonder how he knew.

"It is not something I would do." This is a lie. My fingers were crossed behind my back. Therefore, he rolls up the sleeves of my leather jacket. There are burn marks on my lower arm. My secret guilt has been revealed. I turn away, biting my lip.