Luca
My phone on the nightstand buzzes. I put my glasses on and take a look at the message from Donato, saying the gun delivery has been f****d up again. I’ll need to ask Damian if he knows what happened the first time, but that can wait until I get to the office. A piercing pain jolts through my skull between my temples, and I suck in a breath. It’s gone just as quickly. Maybe I should go see Dr. Jacobs for a checkup. This isn’t the first time it’s happened.
Isabella wriggles in my arms, then places her palm over my hand between her legs and presses on it. She certainly has become addicted to having my finger in her p***y. Yesterday we took Rosa and some of her friends to a movie. The kids sat in the first row, but Isabella and I stayed in the back. Once we were alone, she took my hand,
