''What do you mean, hooligan?" Diana glared at the audacity of the man but then her gaze landed on his swollen face and bleeding arm. A few of his private parts were also roughly handled by her... ahem... ''You should have thought about it when you broke into my house,'' she grabbed another vase while distracting him with her words.
''What do you mean, your house?" the man frowned, shifting his hand back to his gun when she pointed the vase at him.
Diana rolled her eyes, ''I mean I live here. Not my house. But I am a tenant here.''
''My friend lives here,'' Ryle scratched the back of his neck, placing his gun back into the waistband of his pant as he realized that this might as well be some sort of misunderstanding. This house did look unfamiliar to him. Did he enter the wrong house? ''I was out for work so I left my house to my friend to take care of this place in my absence.''
