Salvatore's POV
My phone rang. I took it out to see who was calling, and then I noticed it was Antonio. Why would he be calling me? Was there anything that was wrong again? I asked. I was not in the mood to speak with anybody, not even Damien. I placed my phone back on the table and took my drink in hand. Many thoughts reeled my mind and I just couldn't help but drink away the negative feelings.
We got a mega deal today and the next day, one of our warehouses was attacked. I tried to get the perfect image in my head but nothing came up. Something was actually off with the whole thing. Why hasn't he done anything about it yet? I took a sip from the rum in the glass cup, squeezing my face as I gulped it down. My mind was reeling with so many thoughts, but one was so persistent and that w
