Salvatore's POV
I entered into the driveway and moved to the mansion throwing my keys on the sofa before climbing the stairs, fingers tugging on my suit tie. The visible stubbles on my cheek revealed a lack of grooming. I push the thought to the back of my head. The room looked different, the chairs and broken stuff I'd thrown my room into, the walls marred by broken dent and the entrance to the house looked neat and put together.
Who must have done this? I wonder.
The maid was relieved of her duties, Eric's is prohibited from visiting and despite calls from mother none of her calls are returned for two reasons. One to avoid her getting worked up and two because I hate the fact I'm partly responsible for the situation and I have to step up as the big guy and make things better w
