You find out what you are made of when you have a broken heart. If it happens early and often, all the better."
~Isabel Gillie~
Raphael
Alberto stood with his arms crossed over his chest looking weary at me. It had been over decade since we were intentionally in the same room solely because I did not subscribe to most of his dealings and polices. There was no line Alberto couldn't cross, no sacrifice too big, in fact, he could sell his own mother to the devil if it guaranteed him the power he seemed to crave.
"Let me get this straight, you had my woman kidnapped because you want me to allow Antonio to continue prostituting children?"
I shouldn't be surprised, yet I was. The fact that men over seventy years wanted to engage in a s****l trade between children as young as ten was as ho
