MATTEO
"He didn’t have to send you all the way here," I scratched the itch on my stubble. The hairs were growing again. I should probably try waxing them but it hurts like my skin would be ripped off.
"Yeah, well, you weren't answering your phone," she shrugged, keeping her eyes on the road. "You know what happens when he can't reach you." she glanced at me, throwing a very flirty gaze like she had always done.
"He's paranoid," I turned away, ignoring her advances for the hundredth time. That s**t she pulled back there in my hallway was disgusting. I couldn't wait to get home and wash off her touch.
"Well he has every reason to be. He's getting old and things are looking like they'll change. You and Dante aren't making it easy for him."
"You sound just like him," she was taking too mu
