PIETRO GIACOMETTI
The situation with Mandy had gotten slightly better but my state was getting terrible. Just hearing Caily's voice alone wasn't enough for me anymore.
I had never been a very patient man and it was taking me several calls with Caily to get my patience running. Everything was for her. Every wasted meal, every gift I had delivered by my men that was thrown out, every act of supposed kindness, every word spoken. Everything was for her. And by several calls, I meant a whole lot of calls was made to sustain me.
And it was paying off. For instance, right now, I was seated across Mandy who was eating. Eating a meal I had prepared and she had not yelled at me to get out of her home all day.
My phone rang and I pulled the phone out, expecting it to be Caily. She had promised
