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I’m getting a kidney.
I won’t die.
Renzo
Checking the time, I frown when I see it’s six am.
Giulio went to a club last night and didn’t return. I figured he hooked up with some girl, but he’s always home by six, so he can shower and grab breakfast before we have to head out.
Picking up my phone from the kitchen counter, I dial his number while I take a sip of my coffee.
Instead of ringing, the call goes straight to voicemail, and I wait for the beep before I say, “You better be here in the next five minutes.”
I end the call and tuck the device into the breast pocket of my jacket. Dressed in a dark blue three-piece suit tailor-made for me, I’m ready to get to work. There’s a shitload that needs to be done.
I hate waiting, and Giulio knows this.
He never ignores my calls.
This isn’t like him.
My phone begins to vibrate, and thinking it’s Giulio, I feel relieved as I pull the device out. Instead of seeing Giulio’s name, it’s Elio’s.
Answering, I mutter, “Yes?”
“You have to come right now. I’m in an alley near the NewYork-Presbyterian hospital. I’ll send you the coordinates.”
A frown forms on my forehead as I ask, “Why? What happened?”
“Just come, Renzo!”
The worry I felt a second ago returns with the force of a nuclear weapon detonating in my chest. “Is it Giulio?”
“Yes.”
“I’m on my way!”
Dropping the cup of coffee in the sink, I run out of the kitchen and head for the elevator of my penthouse. During the ride down to the garage, I worry about every single possible thing that could’ve happened to Giulio.
Was he in a fight?
When the elevator doors slide open, I rush out, and Vincenzo and Fabrizio instantly stand on guard.
“What’s wrong?” Vincenzo asks.
“We need to get to Giulio,” I answer as I climb into the back of the Bentley.
Fabrizio slides in behind the steering wheel and asks, “Where is he?”
I forward the coordinates to Fabrizio’s phone. “It’s near the NewYork-Presbyterian hospital. Elio’s already there. Hurry.”
During the drive, I dial Elio’s number, and the moment he answers, I ask, “What happened? Is he okay?”
“I’ll tell you everything when you get here,” Elio says, and from the tension in his voice, I know it’s bad.
Giulio.
“Tell me now,” I order, my tone not leaving space for any argument.
