Stumbling into my apartment, I slammed the door right in Marco’s face and stormed through the living room, straight to the file Cristian had given me earlier. I tore it in half, then in half again, then in half again. “f**k you, Cristian.”
I soaked the paper in water until I couldn’t read the name anymore, and then I tossed it into the trash and resisted the urge to burn it.
Who the f**k does that man think he is, bossing me around and telling me to kill someone for him?
Who the f**k does that man think he is, bossing me around and telling me to kill someone for him?As if I want him or his trust.
As if I want him or his trust.Instead of waiting until the trash was full, I took the bag out of the can, tied it up, and stomped to the front door. Marco stood outside the door. He glanced up
