21: Tipsy Infatuation

“Why is there a bar in every place you go? You have one in your office. I am sure you must have one at your house as well. Also, every time I see you, you have a drink in your hand.” Faith commented as she look through the small collection of alcohol behind the bar. Her finger traced along the marble counter. She heaved a sigh and turned around to look at Mateo, who still stood by the door, but unlike before the door was closed now. “Not to forget you own a club. Are you sure you don’t have a drinking problem?” She asked – tilting her head.

Mateo couldn't understand how she is the same woman who was trembling under his gun just a couple of hours ago, and now she stood in his room – uninvited – lecturing him about her perspective on his drinking problem. “Are you Captain Jack Sparrow of the mafia world?” She mocked him. Mateo has never used the words mafia when he talked about Aldo or himself, but Faith picked on him. She knows what organized criminals are usually called. If Mateo does