**Mateo's POV**

I checked my phone again.

Nothing.

No call. No text. No angry voice note. No "fuck you Mateo" message.

Just silence. She looked and acted like she knew something. Like she wanted to say more yesterday. She sounded angry.

Isabella was pissed and I just wouldn't say the right thing.

I fucked up.

Shouldn't have gone to her place last night. Shouldn't have let her see me bleeding like some dumbass who can't even take a punch from a junkie. Or someone that fell trying to save a lowlife crap. But I did. And now she's gone quiet. Radio fvcking silence.

I rolled over. Clock said 9 a.m....