If anything would have happened to Mateo, I don’t know what I would have done. Not only was he my trainer and my partner at the Vatican, but he was also like a father to me. Because ever since my father died when I was just five years old, he had been there throughout my all life. He actually even came to represent me at school as my father when mother was not around. So, our relationship was pretty strong.
He closed his eyes again as he took a long sigh. I helped him up and lay him on bed despite him telling me not to make him go to bed. I took a blanket on the couch two feet from the closet and spread it over him. Then I went into the kitchen to get water, but I found myself crying.
He was a very important person in my life. I will surely kill whoever did that to him. They have messed
