Anger. No scratch that. Fury. That's what's pulsing through my veins right now as I slam the car door shut. It's almost midnight and I just got back to Luciano's place. I'm injured and exhausted but too riled up to sleep. Walking into the house, I'm a little surprised to find Luciano, Angelo and Emilia sitting at the kitchen counter. They're in the middle of a conversation, a bottle of whiskey on the counter when I enter. Their gazes snap to me and widen at my disheveled appearance. I looked like s**t and I knew it but I was too out of it to care right now. I hadn't slept in almost two days giving me an almost zombie like look, my all black outfit was torn in a few areas and stained with blood while my hair was falling out of its messy ponytail. They seem to be in shock, unable to say a wo
