The next day, Alessandro was coming downstairs into the living room when he noticed his father, Victor Romano, talking on the phone. Victor looked tense, pacing back and forth with a frown etched deeply into his forehead. Alessandro walked over and sat beside him, trying to gauge the situation. After a few minutes, Victor ended the call, his expression a mixture of frustration and worry.
"Dad, what happened? You look tense," Alessandro asked, his curiosity piqued.
Victor's eyes flashed with fury as he turned to his son. "You are asking me, you bastard?" he spat.
Alessandro blinked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "What do you mean?"
Victor's voice was low and menacing as he leaned closer. "Let me ask you, who did you offend recently?"
Alessandro racked his brain, genuinely puzzled
