Antonio’s POV

"Here, press the ice pack further against your face. It will help with the bruising, won't it?"

I threw an ice pack over the billiard table in my lounge room. Carlos caught it with one hand, the other hand occupied with massaging his bruised face. Maybe I shouldn't have punched him as hard as I did earlier. The bruise was swelling; a broad population of blue spread across his right cheek. He groaned with minimal relief, a sound that filled the silence of the billiard room.

Finally, he broke the silence. "I don't know what I was doing, man. I thought that I was helping you out. She...