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Andrea removed his glasses and started cleaning them vigorously while he raised an eyebrow and gave me a pointed look. "Would she even want to see you after you left her alone twice?"
He had a point. I had no idea what her reaction would be. But despite that, I couldn't shake off the worry, the nagging feeling that I needed to protect her.
"I don't care," I stated firmly.
Enzo glanced at Andrea, who was putting on his glasses, then back at me. "Well, if that's what you want, we'll figure out a way to make it happen."
I nodded, grateful for their support.
I needed to see Griselda again to make sure she was safe and perhaps, just perhaps, find a way to explain everything to her. I just hoped she would understand.
Recovery wasn’t a spa day. My back was far from fully healed, but hey, I've been through worse. Pain was an old companion that I knew to manage well enough. Painkillers were my best friends.
Andrea had done what he could. He patched me up and advised me to rest even though he knew how fruitless it was, but the game never stopped. He had headed back to his private hospital after he was done with me, prescribing the necessary medications.
Meanwhile, Enzo was off on his mission, digging into Griselda's life. Turns out, she'd been slapped with a suspension recently. Learning the ridiculous reason made it a double blow. But I couldn't help also to see it as an opportunity.
Griselda's suspension could potentially pave the way for my plans. Besides, I was pretty sure I could offer her a way better gig than what she had before.
The idea of our upcoming meetup filled me with both excitement and curiosity. How she'd react to me was anyone's guess, but that unpredictability was what had me eager for the encounter.
In my secret laboratory, the same place I had come to after being pursued by Mancini associates days ago, I was engrossed in blueprints for my latest vehicle design.
This particular design was all about installing an advanced surveillance feature in my vehicles, one that would allow them to record conversations from a distance away discreetly.
The concept was simple. I wanted to create a system that could capture audio data from the surroundings without raising suspicion. It would involve strategically placed microphones and a cutting-edge signal processing unit to filter and enhance the audio recordings.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I imagined the potential applications of this technology. But, of course, there was still much work to be done before it became a reality.
Precision engineering, rigorous testing, and flawless execution were essential to ensure that this surveillance system would operate flawlessly under the most challenging circumstances.
As I examined the intricate details of the blueprint, my mind buzzed with possibilities. My mind went to the old Chinese restaurant. Back then, I couldn’t hear anything, but if I left my car nearby, everything said would be heard. However, this was only if they were outside.
I frowned.
And in walked Enzo. He didn't seem surprised to find me here, even though I was supposed to be resting. He looked at me and immediately voiced his concern, "You know, Andrea's going to throw a fit if he sees you tinkering around like this."
I chuckled, shaking my head.
"When does Andrea not complain?" I replied, flipping through the pages in my hands.
"This felt different, Emilio. More serious," he said, eyeing me with a mixture of worry and frustration.
He knew how stubborn I could be.
I shrugged, downplaying the seriousness. "I'm just looking at some blueprints, Enzo. Not exactly a full body workout."
I smirked at him, placing the blueprint down. "Se sento dolore, fidati di me, sarai il primo a saperlo.(If I feel any pain, trust me, you'll be the first to know.)”
"We both know you’re lying." Enzo snorted, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes.
I returned the gesture. He was right. But admitting pain was like admitting defeat, and that wasn't something I readily did. It was a terrible mentality, but that was how I had been brought up, and it was how I achieved success with my innovative specialized vehicle engineering. It wasn’t easy to get rid of such a brainwashed mentality, though I was trying.
He leaned against a worktable, studying me intently. "Dovresti ascoltare Andrea.(You should listen to Andrea.)"
I chuckled, conceding a bit. "Yeah, I know. I'll ease up. Promise."
Enzo shook his head, exasperated but also slightly amused. "You better. We've got enough enemies. We don't need you on that list."
