Outside Ari's apartment, Elliot and his men, including Kyle and Briton, lingered. He's befuddled, hurt, and furious. His mixed emotions are disabling him from thinking clearly. When Matt stepped outside of Ari's apartment, it was a good thing Kyle and Briton were strong enough to stop him from unleashing his wrath on the motherfucker. Now, after trying to calm his nerves, Elliot seems unable to speak; he has no idea why his plan has gone very wrong again. Tonight was meant to be the night when Ari and he could finally be together. But things just happen, and he finds himself in his car, waiting for her to let him defend himself and hear his side of the story. He leaned back in his seat and pressed his knuckles together. He's once again itching to vent his hatred and fury. He wants to attack someone so he may forget about his own wounded and shattered heart and ego. His two closest friends are in the car with him, speechless and concerned for him. No one really expected Matt to mount

It has been a few days since I've seen her. Several days have passed since we had that big argument. I've spent so long hovering at her front door like a fool, waiting for her to come out again and talk to me, but Ari is too stubborn to give in to me. I promised to give her space, yes, but I was still hopeful that she could still find the desire to speak with me somewhere in her heart. But everything has been a disappointment. Whenever I walked by her front door, she would not even give me a glimpse. According to my men who have been monitoring her, Matt tried to visit and talk to her lots of times, but she refused his plea. And this is the only solace I have: that just like me, Matt doesn't have much of a chance with her. And no matter how shattered and devastated I am, a part of me feels triumphant that if I can't have her, Matt can't have her either. I honestly thought about making a ruckus at her apartment or the hotel just to get her to talk to me. And I don't even care about th

I appreciated that Elliot allowed me to go home after that conversation we had, without much of a debate. When he was done explaining his reasons and excuses, he said, I can go since I am not ready to process everything that he has said. He instructed his driver to bring me to my apartment, which is a good thing because I still don't want to speak with him. My mind and my heart are at odds with all the truth he said today. Kyle's apologetic expression doesn't make things any better either. I'm sure he's apologizing for his best friend's behavior. Or maybe he's apologetic because he played a significant role in just about everything that has happened. But, whatever his reasons are, I am not prepared to speak with him just the same. When I came back home, I was completely exhausted and immediately went to my bedroom. Due to the obvious bawling that I've been doing in the past couple of days, my eyes are literally puffy and swollen. I am a mess, but I don't care. I am confused and I'm s

The warehouse's mini bar located in Elliot's office is a complete and utter disaster. Shards of glass littered the floor, and Elliot's workplace was completely disorganized. Nobody here wanted to be in close enough proximity to the boss. No one wanted to be seen in the area where he would be. The boss is infuriated and on a murderous shooting rampage since he arrived. He would have almost killed the traitor earlier, but fortunately, several of the men were able to restrain him. But they all got their fair share of curses and punches from the utterly infuriated boss. While Briton was out for a brothel check and Kyle was still in the A-hotel, Elliot arrived with Leo and many bodyguards were in tow. With furrowed brows and shouting curses at everyone, he went straight to the basement and played with their pet. The men were attempting to contact the underboss as well as the capo. They required assistance to tame the boss, but both leaders were busy with work outside the warehouse. Everl

Kyle and Briton were unable to do anything but shake their heads and take deep breaths. Elliot's office mini bar had only recently been restored, but it appears that another round of renovations is in the pipeline. In Elliot's office, fragments of broken glasses are scattered on the floor, and alcohol bottles are flying in all directions. Both of them are sitting on the couch, warily, while Elliot is still enraged and letting out steam by totally destroying everything he can get hold of. Kyle is still waiting to see what happens before expressing an opinion, and he needs to make sure that everything that comes out of his mouth will be acceptable to Elliot. Brit nudged him and motioned for him to make a stand and pacify Elliot, but Kyle just scowled at him. How could he when bottles kept flying everywhere? How dare the capo give him orders? He's the fucking underboss. "How the fuck did he get inside Ariella's apartment without your stupid men's knowledge, Briton?" Elliot is being p