Alejandro
Aldo Conti. The contradiction gnawed at me. A woman? Had he been playing me to get me to think the wrong thing about him by using Peter? To get me to think whatever he wanted me to think?
Gabby hesitated behind me, then sighed as we got into my vehicle. “Ale, what are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking he better not disappoint me.” I am thinking much more than that, but there are things you don’t say to your sister. Like right now, I just want to feel my wife’s arms around my neck and hear her scream my name as I sink myself into her to forget this bleak plague that is my job, having been born into.
Like how, I may have started my winery with my wife’s mother in mind, and now it’s Maya who would reap its benefits after I slacken myself from the family business. Like how I loved
