He walks to the office area as he answers. “Wait,” he barks a moment later. “Nario, slow down. Right now? Right this f*****g second? Okay, I’ll be there. Keep them safe and call Durante and the Albino. I’ll bring Ubert.”
When he turns back to me, he’s like a different man. His eyes are darker. His body is no longer trembling. He’s still; focused. All except for a subtle tremor in his hands as they clench into fists.
But he’s already out the door, breaking into a jog.
I try and use the opportunity to remind myself that this has gone far enough already. Whatever he just had to leave for, it was clearly mafia stuff, criminal stuff. I tell myself that there couldn’t be a more perfect moment to explain why I can’t let this go on. We’re having a good time, and then he has to run off to execut
