I stood up quickly, staring at the empty doorframe. My eyes wide with worry and disdain. I realized at this point I wanted to hate him, but how could I? Not when he had disappeared into the night and reappeared covered in blood.
Whose blood?
Was he hurt?
No, I shook my head. I didn’t care, it wasn’t my business what he was up to. Whoever he had hurt probably deserved it, or maybe that was what I wanted to believe. No matter what I had been feeling these past few days, I needed to remember he was still part of the Mafia and would always be.
“I wouldn’t advice you go see him now,” Matteo said, casually. His full attention still on the television. “Just give him time to calm down.”
I sunk back into the chair, pretending to imitate him. “Why would I want to see him? I don’t care what he’s
