Santino walked the streets of Barcelona for hours as the ring burned in his pocket. The bearded man had given it to him. Said it was his by right.
His father's ring. His father died in Naples .
His father who he had learnt had worked for El Amore, the city blurred around him as cars honked. People shouted but he heard none of it.
His phone rang as Salvatore's name flashed on the screen. "Where are you?" Salvatore asked.
"Walking."
"The meeting finished hours ago. How did it go?"
Santino stopped in front of a fountain as water splashed against the stone. "Fine."
"Fine? That's it?"
"They'll work with us."
"Good." Salvatore paused. "You sound strange what happened?" Santino touched the ring through his pocket. "Nothing."
"Santino."
"I said nothing."
"Meet me at the hotel we need t
