Playing Dirty
I’m breathing hard, chest rising and falling, knuckles burning, face throbbing.
Mateo doesn’t look much better.
Split lip, one eye already starting to swell… and he’s still smiling.
Idiot.
“Fucking psycho,” he spits. “Stay out of things that don’t concern you.”
I shrug off the hands holding me, ready to go again.
“Shut up.”
He wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, not taking his eyes off me.
“It’s not your business,” he adds. “It never was.”