“Che stronzata!!” (Fucking bullshit)

In one fluid motion, a crystal tumbler shattered against the wall, exploding into tiny shards that scattered across the marble floor. The echo cut through the atmosphere in the living room like a gunshot.

Rafael stood at the centre of the room, his chest heaving, and his knuckles clenched tightly they turned white. His black shirt clung to his back with sweat, his black hair ruffled as he'd ran his fingers through it a dozen times, and his collar ...