Alejandro
As if on cue with my day and the reveal of the person stirring up trouble, my phone rang, and I wasn’t surprised to see Paolo’s name flashing across the screen.
In the driver’s seat of the car, with Peter and Marcus organising the others, I was pulling into the main road, leaving the private one I had been on when my brother called, and I picked up, feeling guilt over how far I had stretched his betrayal of Angelo to go in my mind.
Closing my eyes only for a second because I’m driving and because the road is empty, I press answer, cussing silently at the driver that passed me, yelling at me to put my lights on at the same time. I’d been so preoccupied that I had not realised what I had done nor that it was dark outside.
“Sei uno stronzo, Alejandro!" (You're an @sshole, Al
