Dr. Rossi, a seasoned physician with a knowing glint in his eyes, entered Aldo's room. The air seemed to hold a subtle reverence, a shared understanding between the doctor and the formidable man lying on the bed.
"Well, Mr. Accardi," Dr. Rossi began with a warm smile, "Let's see how the patient is doing today."
Aldo returned the smile, his eyes dancing with an unspoken camaraderie. "Doc, you know how it is. A man gets shot, it's all part of the job, right?"
“This has nothing to do with the job Aldo, you got hurt because of a woman. You look exactly like your mother, but your character in its entirety is from your father.”
“Is it?” Aldo c****d a brow in amusement.”
“Certainly,” the doctor snapped one of the gloves in his hand. “He, too, was rather diligent when it came to work. He was
