Hot mess

"You may try, but you can't lay a finger on Dimitri. I won't let you." 

The line went dead the second those words left my mouth. 

I called Montero first thing in the morning next day and let him know that he failed, and it felt so good. Although I should not have done this. But all the anger, all the frustration had built up in me for so long, they begged to be released. When I tried to suppress, they slithered inside my brain and took control. 

Yes, that's how it felt like. 

There was a colossal book of profanities in my head, waiting to be read to him, word by word, but I resisted. Because I had no other choice. 

One day though, I told myself. One day all those curses would reach the ears of their rightful owner, and I would make damn sure of it. 

I was going through the seating chart of a charity raising event Dimi