*Elio*
I paced the hallway, impatient, anxiety-like claws crawling up my throat. I felt sick to my stomach like I was on a never-ending loop on a roller-coaster but all I could do was hold on and pray for it all to stop.
I prayed that the love of my life walked through those doors unharmed.
“You’re going to wear a hole through the floor,” Matilde remarked as I walked past the living room doorway.
“I’ll pay to have it fixed,” I snapped back, not in the mood for such jokes ever since Cat had called me telling me that Ignacio had walked right up to her–had threatened her to her face.
My blood boiled and with no outlet to properly direct my anger, I could only stomp around the house waiting for her to get home. I’d assigned two teams to call her, just in case, even though my rational mind told me he wouldn’t do anything.
This was just a warning.
