Life is like a canvas. It begins blank and every day is like another brush stroke.~Unknown~
Raphael
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We set the meeting at a neutral Italian hotel downtown, low key, an underrated hotel located in a rustic area where both sides knew our presence will not draw too much attention. A confrontation was looming, expected even.
Romano drove and I sat at the front with him. He appeared calm as usual, unfazed but I knew he was not completely unruffled, anything could happen in such situations but we were prepared, but so will Antonio.
We drove in silence, soft music playing in the car, window completely closed, I could feel my anxiety, not because I was scared I wasn't scared of s**t; but because I felt like I was loosing some severance of my life, like I was no longer the master
