Alexi shows up minutes after me looking devoid of any regret, and like an automatic trigger for my wrath, my temper bubbles over instantly. Just the sight of him is enough.

I throw my shoes at him, aiming for the shithead’s face as he enters and hope I at least take out an eye. It would be nothing compared to what he did to that man back there, and he bloody deserves it.

He slaps them away with a filthy glare aimed at me and carries on as though I am a mere annoyance in his ...