Two Can Play The Game

"Ha bambina, I thought you'd never come"

"So? Aren't you happy I did? It's what you want isn't it? To take advantage of my desperation".

I fired at him.

He might not be the current cause of my misfortune and I should probably direct my anger and frustration somewhere else but he was the only one I could think of firing and directing all of my anger at.

My heart was full of so much hatred and hurt that I didn't know who else to take them out on. And since he's no better than the devil who did this to me, then he might as well be at the receiving part of my anger.

He shook his head, still unmoving from his seat.

"Questa Ragazza, always having ideas in your head. You've got it all wrong Bambina. I didn't force you to come here though I contemplated it when you didn't show up for days" he stopped and chuckled.

"But once again, Gattino, I am a very patient man. My patience paid off". He stretched a hand to gesture towards me.

"Here you are, on your own" *(Questa Ragazza means "this girl")