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Life has a weird way of turning joy into rage, peace into turmoil, and trust into dubiety.
Just a few hours after dropping me off, Mateo went to his suite but left and headed to Las Montez a few hours later. I know that because I was tracking his phone just as he did mine when I went home. The thing is, having your heart emotionally disturbed by the person you love makes you cry and after all the crying, it makes you do crazy things on impulse without much thought and fills you with rage–the kind of rage that you can't control even if you tried.
I burst into Las Montez and there is Mateo, dancing inappropriately with Linda like he doesn't give a damn about anything in the world–like he didn't f**k my life up. I stand at the door and watch him long enough and as if he feels my
