*Mateo’s POV*
Aria has been gone for 24 hours, and I feel as if half of me has been missing. What the f*ck is wrong with me? I never care this much! What is this woman doing to me? I have not been able to keep anything down. I was still dealing with the aftermath of the mess that f*cker of Tarantino made. He killed four of my men. I contacted the families of those four men and arranged funerals and expenses to be paid by me. To me, my men were not disposable. They were like family.
I sat at my desk with four files, ensuring that everything was accounted for when a knock brought me back to earth.
“Come in!” I yelled.
I was irritated. Everyone was getting on my nerves. I would rather stay in my office until I could get my hands on the f*cker.
“Capo.” Aiden said.
“Si?” I replied.
