EMILIO’S POV
My phone rang as I walked back into the mansion to put the first aid kit back.
I answered it, hearing Santiago’s voice behind it.
“Nephew!”
He sounded like he had a little bit too much blow this morning.
“What’s up uncle.”
I tried to not sound so irritated, but I swear he irritated the s**t out of me.
“I just got here at the club. Where you at?”
I checked my watch and saw that it was already 1pm. We were late, the meeting started at 1pm.
I sighed out frustratedly, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“Give me thirty uncle, I’m running a little late.”
He groaned out, not liking what I said.
“Dimitri will be here soon. He doesn’t like when people are late.”
I don’t give a f**k what Dimitri likes or doesn’t like. Santiago is f*****g lucky I’m even entertaining
