DOMINIC'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat in front of the spa in my car, which was parked as I waited for my wife. My phone rang and I looked at it to see the name Raphael flashing on it. I groaned as I picked it up
"What is it you asshole?" i groaned in the phone as i i nternally prepared myself for the long string of curses i knew would come out of his mouth towards me.
He was my best friend and the only man i would let get away with such, we had met a few years ago under the old man, he had come to italy for work in his father's name, the then capo of Brazil's cartel and we imstantly clicked as we stood each other down with our guns pointed at each other. The fucker shot at me aiming to kill me but thanks to my quick reflexes, i was able to dodge the bullet headin straight for my head and ended
