Antonella
With all my might, I threw a bottle at the wall and a huge crash sounded as glass shattered everywhere.
Then I screamed for help like I was in pain, flicked the light switch off and ducked under the gap beneath the stairs.
The door wrenched open and a rectangular patch of light illuminated the steps.
“What the f**k is going on down here?”
It was Mateo’s booming voice and he jogged down the stairs, the muscular, tattoo-covered bicep of his right arm bound with a bandage. “What the hell!” he cursed as he switched the light on.
With a surge of adrenaline, I hauled myself up onto the steps, wielding the wine bottle and swinging it at the back of his head.
A hollow donk sounded as it connected and Mateo crashed forward into the pool of wine face first.
The bottle slipped f
