Semua Bab Bought For Him.: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Mateo“She isn’t fit to be your donna!” Melanie screamed as she clutched onto me. Zia stared at her with a deadly look and sighed as if she didn’t care about what she was saying.Her stance indicated that she had been in many fights before, but I could also tell she regretted her actions. “Let go,” I said to Melanie as I pulled her fingers off me; Zia breathed out, relieved, before she stood tense again.I walked over to her, and she stared at the ground as she bit her lip. She’s recoiling, and I know some people might like that here, but if she’s my wife, she can’t have her head down. Lifting her head with my finger, I looked around her face at all the scratches under her chin and cheek.“What happened?” I asked, and she peered up at me through her lashes. Her eyes found Melanie, and she scowled. Don’t break character. Don’t break character, Mateo! Why was she so cute?“Mateo, I already told you,” Melanie touched my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin. Zia rolled her eyes and

Mateo“Hmm,” he cleared his throat, and I looked up from the documents I had been reading. I clicked my pen and folded my arms over the table as I watched my grandfather walk into my office with his head high, sporting a green suit with a golden chain strapped from the breast to the pocket. His cane supported his weight as he pulled out a chair before the desk and sat down with a huff.He slightly nodded as if I was being blessed to have him in my presence; he raised his left hand while his right hand held onto his golden cane. The guards he had come with left my office and closed the door behind them. He took a deep breath in, and his brown eyes stared into mine, silently telling me everything he wanted to scream but wouldn’t.He pursed his lips, leaned back in the chair, and finally opened his mouth.“Mateo,” he greeted, and I nodded, wanting to know the reason for his visit today. “I trust all is going well with business?”“Doesn’t it always?” I asked, hating that he was taking his

Mateo“What is it, Zia? You’ve been walking past my office for the past hour now,” I asked, and she gasped as if she had been shocked that she was caught.It was almost hilarious seeing her walk up and down the hallways right in front of my office, sometimes pausing but never getting in. I noticed her shadow hovering around my door, and then she would let out a resigned sigh and walk away before coming back ten minutes later.I opened my door with hopes that it would encourage her to come in and talk to me and tell me whatever it was that bothered her, or perhaps she just wanted to be in my company the same way I craved to be in hers, and yet she passed the door as if she didn’t notice it was open.Was I really that unapproachable?I removed my glasses and placed them on the desk, using my hand to beckon her inside. I hope this doesn’t seem rude.“No, I was just going to the kitchen,” she laughed nervously as she scratched her neck and entered my office. I tilted my head slightly and

Mateo“Have you been avoiding Zia?” Luis asked, and I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, letting go of the person’s collar. He dropped to the ground, groaning in pain.“Why are you asking me that?” I frowned as I wiped the blood from my face in disgust. I hated seeing or feeling blood on me; it was the most disgusting feeling ever. Don’t get me started on the smell, either. Ew.I placed my foot on the person’s leg as he tried to crawl away, and Luis stood up straight, his hair flipping as if he were in some TV commercial.Show off.He held his person by his head as he looked at me and shrugged.“Well, she calls me almost daily to check on you. Why don’t you answer her calls? As a matter of fact, where are you eating dinner? Are you cheating on your wife?” He asked as he pulled the guy’s hair, making him scream out in pain.“I have no reason to cheat,” I grunted as I stepped on his leg harder. “Besides, even if I do, what does that have to do with any of you? Zia and I aren’t in

MateoMy shoulder slightly moved backwards from the force of the gun as it pushed the bullet out, hitting the mark on the target practice. I pushed the trigger again, and another bullet came out, piercing through the target; the page tore open from the number of holes that had filled it in the last few minutes.Swapping the pistol for the shotgun, I angled the gun so that it wouldn’t cause me to harm my arm. Relaxing my stiff shoulders, I took a deep breath in and pressed the trigger, the beanbag in the shotgun filling the silence in the room as it flew across and landed on my victim for the day.And unfortunately, it wasn’t Marcello. His screams filled the room as if a bullet had pierced his skin, but it was only a beanbag. Sure, it came with some force, but he was being dramatic.“Bro, you need to stop at some point,” Luis said as he brought his vape to his lips, inhaling the smoke deeply before sighing as he blew it out. “This psychological torture you’ve got going on isn’t cool at