MATTEO’S POV

 “Fuck!”. I screamed out in pain clutching my right fist in my hand. Carter rushed to me. His hair falling freely down his shoulders. He took my hand in his and nursed the wound but the psychotic man tied up to the chair kept laughing at the top of his voice. It was Diego. One of the men involved in my wife meeting another man behind my back. He helped her get to him most of the time and he did this under my nose. I snatched my hand away from Carter’s hold. 

  “Who wrote the letter?”. I asked, the anger pulsating through my veins.

 “He’s coming for...