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“Mr. Bramante, are you okay?” she says, sounding far away. “Hello?” she says directly into the phone a moment later.

“What the hell do we pay you for?” I bark into the phone.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bramante. I was preparing dinner, and he was napping.”

“He isn’t supposed to have access to his phone! Do you have any idea what shit he could start?”

“I’m s-sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won’t.”

I end the call and immediately dial my brother.

“Vincenzo,” Elio greets.

“Just got off the phone with Papa.”

“Yeah, and?”

“He was going off about a war at the ice cream shop and he called me a pretty cow.”

Elio chuckles. The guy never laughs, so I’m glad I could give him some entertainment for the day. “He did not.”

“Oh, he did. Think it’s time for a new nurse.”

He sighs heavily. “No, Enzo. We can’t keep going through nurses. You know that fucks him up more.”

“He’s going to get us fucked up if he calls the wrong damn person.”

“I’ll handle it.”

“You better.”

I end the call and drop my phone to the desk. Idiots. They’re all fucking idiots.

My cell buzzes on. Elio.

“What?” I snap.

“Hang up on my again, little brother, and there’s going to be a problem.”

“Don’t threaten me.” I glare at the wall, wishing it were Elio’s face so I could punch him. “What do you want?”

“Had you not ended our call so quickly, I’d been able to tell you.”

“Tell me now.”

“I need you to go to the warehouse tomorrow.”

“No.”

Fuck no, I’m not going to Mexico.

“Yes, Vincenzo. There are problems.”

“They aren’t my problem. I handle the nightclubs, you handle the drugs. Marco handles—”

“I’m tied up.”

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