“What is that, my friend?”
His words make me sick.
“Chinga te! The day I make any deal with a Donahue is the day I slit my own wrists.”
I slam the phone down, shaking with anger and with the ramifications of what Matthew said. Where I was reluctant to believe what Colin said, I’ve little doubt in Matthew’s words.
“You okay, mi amante?” Teena asks me from the bed.
The news I just received, the dream of Beth, it all combines, and a mixture of hate and guilt curls in my stomach. Adulterer. Beth has turned me into that. “Come back to bed. Let me make whatever it is better,” she purrs.
I stand there wondering what in the fuck I’m going to do.
The end.