ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.
The alarm on my new phone goes off in my hand, and I swipe the red X icon to the right, shutting it off.
Time has expired. Forty-five hours vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving me with nothing to show for them.
I do not possess the documents and am uncertain whether they exist.
“Capo!” Gio comes barging through my office door.
I shut my eyes, saying a silent prayer, hoping he has some good news for me.
As I peel my eyelids open, my eyes meet his.
Steel-grey clashes with clear blue irises.
'Per favore, just utter the magic words, and we will be out the door in a heartbeat.' My inner beast howls with anxiety.
“What is it, Gio?” My voice is cold, full of uncertainty and anticipation.
'Per favore don't say anything stupid!'
“Your phone, the a
