Mafia Kings: Roberto: Chapter 43
Idon’t remember a lot from that first night. I blacked out at some point, so I only had fuzzy memories about what happened.
I do remember becoming enraged and throwing a bottle at the wall.
I found confirmation the next morning: shards of glass littering the floor and the stink of scotch.
Good scotch, yes – but the smell still filled the room.
I’d also screamed a lot. I deduced that as soon as I woke up, because my vocal cords felt like they’d been shredded.
As I sat there on the edge of my bed, still drunk and dressed in my clothes from the day before, I stared at my cell phone in despair.
Mei-ling hadn’t texted or called.
And I felt a horrible certainty that she never would.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
I was helpless…
Powerless…
Heartbroken.
But unlike the previous night, when I had been consumed by impotent rage, I knew I had to go about things differently.
I had to take back control.
It’s what I did in every situation.
I have an analytical mind. When presented with a challenge, I simply reviewed potential courses of action until I found a viable solution.
Over the next few minutes, I came up with a plan.
In retrospect, it probably wasn’t a good plan.
But I was still drunk…
And helpless…
And heartbroken.
Not to mention obsessed.
And a man who’s both heartbroken and obsessed isn’t the clearest of thinkers.
In fact…
He’s downright dangerous.