Jealousy

Tito's POV

Seeing her hug him, I feel so annoyed and angry, I shouldn't have allowed her hug me at all, I should have pushed her away or rather watch her gasp to death. I clench my bloody fist angrily.

"I shouldn't care" I frowned and walked away from there.

I shouldn't have gotten injured just to help her, I should have not helped her at all. I stormed into my office and and went to get a first aid box.

"Why the h*ck did I help her!" I yelled at myself, it's unlike me to do such, I should have just watched her die.

I brought out the methylated spirit and poured it on my hand, it stung badly but I didn't move a muscle or show any pain, I've never felt bad about anything or shown pain.

I sell and buy drugs for a living, I destroy people's's life to live the best life, I don't care, about anyone but myself, no one makes Tito Denero feel bad for anything but when it comes from her, her words are like a scorpion's bite.

"Damn her!" I frowned and bandaged my wound roughly.

I stared