Mancinis pov.
When we got home, it was already night. I dismissed Dan to go to wherever the hell he lived. I knew he would go to the bar because that's where he always spent all his free time.
I was so upset I needed to let it off my chest. The house seemed peaceful and quiet, and it irritated me further. It was like the whole world didn't know what I was going through, being insulted by Mateo and his men.
I slammed the door shut and threw my keys across the room. I wanted something to break. Something to bleed.
Mateo's face was still in my head, that smug, dismissive look. He'd looked through me like I was nothing. Like I was the boy who knew nothing.
I walked straight to my room. Patricia was there, fast asleep on my bed. The sheet had slipped down her body, and she was naked as usual. I wonder how long she had waited for me. It was already past midnight.
