60

ALESSANDRO

“Okay, back to the business at hand,” I stopped all this bird flipping. “Do we have any update on fucking Calvino and what he is doing?”

Giovanni grabbed his glass and took a drink. “I have a little bit more detail on the Romano connection to the trafficking.”

Giovanni, or the Wolf, as we called him, had an unkeen way of finding out details on everything and everyone.

We called him the Wolf because the bastard had the instincts of a wolf. He was highly intelligent, sometimes a loner, dominant, but above all loyal.

Except that his family fucked him over - it certainly seemed a running theme around here.

“We are all ears,” I told my friend.