THE NEXT MORNING.
ANTONIO’s POV..
“Urrghhhh... Fuckin’ son of a bitch.” I held my head in my hand and groaned in pain. “I am going to f*****g kill you Matteo” I threatening as I held my head In pain.
“C’mon, how’s it my fault? I want the ole asking for more shots of the Aunt Roberta. I remember asking you to stop but you just kept drinking.” Matter loud laughter ricocheted from the phone.
“I am still going to kill you, freakin’ asshole.” I grunted and hung up.
Hangover, the aftermath of drinking. I always had it worst the next morning. The throbbing headache, sensitivity to light she sound, mood swings and the fatigue that comes with it. Damn! My head feels like it’s being stomped on by two sumo wrestlers. I just wanna rip my fuckin’ head off my fuckin’ neck so I could stop the pa
