Adriano Di Lauro

As soon as the car parks, I rush towards house's entrance without even waiting for security protocol.

My instinct tells me that her attitude is related to that idiot's arrival and if she doesn't tell me, it's because she's hiding something.

I hear a noise behind me and I turn on my feet to find my wife whiter than a sheet of paper.

I see the damn phone on the floor and I rush to pick it up. So, I come across an open chat full of messages.

As I read on, rage grows until it becomes a ball too big to control.

It's him, it can only be him.

I hear my name in a whisper far away and I see everything red. I'm going to crush it, I swear I will.

I clench my jaw until it trembles as I shatter the phone with my hands.

"We need to talk" I don't like that words at all.

Yes, I am made of steel, but even the most powerful metal melts with fire and I am burning with flames.

I roar as I walk through the door and head straight for the mini bar in lounge to pour myself a cognac without