Cristiano
“And who the fuck is that?” I growled, my eyes fixated on the unfamiliar face sitting in my living room. The bastard in my living room arched his head to me, biting his lips as he scanned my appearance.
Mia jolted up with fear flashing on her face, but she quickly covered it. “You are back..” She grinned, strolling towards me.
“That doesn’t answer my question. Who the fuck is that bastard?” I roared angrily, pushing her aside, and taking one step towards the little bastard. I sized him up, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. Why was he dressed like Ivan? With his blue denim pants, and tank top that showed his belly. My lips curled into a sly smile seeing through Mia’s plan.
Does she think I would let go of Ivan if she brings a substitute for me? Someone who has same fashion sense like her brother? He looks younger. Younger than Ivan. Nineteen? Twenty?
“My friend!” She blurted nervously, pulling me by the wrist. I puffed out air from my nostrils, my eyes lowering to
