CHAPTER 31
SANTIAGO
ANGER TRIGGER
The door slammed behind me harder than I intended. I ran my hands through my hair, not caring if the door fell off its hinges or not. I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my boiling blood.
“You okay?”
My eyes snapped open and my head turned towards Matteo. He was still up, legs stretched across the couch, textbook open on his lap. But the moment he saw clearly my face his brows lifted slowly.
“Bro…” He closed the book. “Why do you look like someone who would’ve actually murdered a person if killing was legal?”
I dragged a hand through my hair again and tossed my keys on the table. They clattered loud with a sharp sound, which was exactly how my nerves felt.
Matteo's eyebrows still dipped as he stared at me, waiting patiently for an answer. He
