The next day came fast. Silva was so burnt out that he actually slept in. He only woke up when Peter shook him awake. Silva got up and saw Peter standing there, his face holding a mix of emotions.
"I don't know what to say, I got news from my mum. My brothers and father came back heavily beaten up yesterday.
Normally that would be something to get pissed about, but that's not the case for me. I know you did it, so I'm grateful, because for the first time they felt what they did to me." Peter said, then stretched out his fist.
Silva smiled and hit his fist with his own. He looked Peter in the eye, "I promised you I would help. Now get the hell out of my house, you have been here nearly a week." Silva said.
Peter was immediately stunned, "huhhhhhh? You just ruined a perfect bro moment, you shithead." Peter yelled.
