Massimo sunk under the water, thoughts drifting to his wife. She talked about the most trivial, useless things. Anyone else reading her messages about food and films and the color of wallpaper and the odd views she saw from her hotel room would surely find them tedious.
Yet Massimo enjoyed them.
It was all so new and strange. He'd hadn't had conversations like this since his parents died. At eight years old, Massimo's grandfather Fabio took over raising him and launched a truly bloody battle of vengeance.
Even after everyone responsible for the Ferraro's death was six feet underground, Fabio stayed strict and vigilant, and instructed Massimo to become just as vicious and untouchable. If Massimo was sharp and dangerous and bloody, no one would be foolish enough to come after him.
And if
