Salvatore DiMarco
“Sal, don't do anything stupid,” Sandro said, and I looked up at him. My eyes were f*****g hard, and my breath was about to become laboured with the rage.
“I should be there with her,” I looked at Sandro, and he sighed.
“It is either this, or being with her in spirit, fratello,” Sandro said, and I took a deep breath.
“I need to punch something,” I said, and he nodded.
“Follow me,” he said, and I walked beside him.
“She must be something for you to be this worried about her,” Sandro said, and I nodded.
“She is…” I said, and he smirked.
“Now, I am intrigued,” Sandro smirked again, and I pushed him against a wall.
“Don´t f*****g go there. She is my f*****g wife, you make sure you stay away from her,” I said, and he raised his arms.
“Alright, Fratello… I a
