The Roomie Complex
About the blood we spilled, the deals we ran, the women, the fear, the chaos.
“You never reached out,” Matteo said after a long pause, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“I couldn’t,” I said. “Not after what I did. Alejandro wanted my head.”
“He still does,” Matteo muttered. “But he’s not half the man he used to be.”
I smirked, I guess the news hadn't reached Florence "Alejandro is dead"
Matteo's hands froze mid air "What?"
"Old man traced me down to my childhood town, was out for my blood but there's someone who wanted me dead more than he wanted me dead. Why else do you think I'll dare coming back here"
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