Chapter 27

•Gustavo Rodríguez Personal Office•

"Santo," It was Antonio I was on a call with, "I know we are not at a good place, but I had to inform you about Concetta. She's planning on making an entrance to Palermo," he breathed his heavy words in my ears. His revelation surprised me. Concetta in Palermo? Damn that woman. I know she misses me, but this is all just inappropriate; the timing and everything else. She could ruin everything. And I can't tell her either.

After much struggle, I balanced my mind enough to speak, "Hey man, thanks for the info. And I am sorry about lashing out at you the other day."

"Whatever, Santo. But, saying sorry doesn't automatically fix things. I don't think you are truly sorry, but I won't hold it against you. When you have your moment of recluse, do a soul search and find me the more sensible version of Santo; innocent and humble. My true friend and brother." I considered his reply to be rather harsh.