MateoToday was Marcello’s pre-wedding day; he called it a trial wedding, and it had been almost an entire week since Zia had moved out of our house, and I struggled to sleep. I struggled to do anything. And that was why, like a creep, I would sneak into her room and watch her sleep.Why did I care what she thought of that prick Drew? He hurt her, and I was still protecting his image that she knew. I was just like him; if this continued, then I had a hand in him drugging her.Damn.“Mateo,” Luis whispered, and I grunted in response as I pushed myself harder. “I think he isn’t breathing anymore,” he said, and I shook my head.“No, he’s pretty much alive. Then she would have a deeper reason to be mad at me,” I grunted as I dropped the guy in my hands. “I mean, it would make sense if he were dead, right?”I turned to look at Luis, and he grimaced as he stared at me.“Where is he?” I asked as I placed my bloodied hands on my waist. I tilted my head, and Luis shook his head as he blocked th
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