Chapter 19 Business

• “We finally met. - Said the idiot in front of me who had a mocking smile on his face. I could say that Paolo started this just to get us here. Ever since my dad died, things had been heating up between us, but we'd never come face to face. The old man could even be an idiot, however, he knew how to play this game. After he robbed us of drugs and made us lose money, he waited for me to fight back only to wave his shitty, expensive cigar in front of me. What I was hating most about all this was the fact that I had cut my trip with Ellen shorter than I wanted.
• Just when I thought I was really starting to enjoy the peace it gave me, I was dragged to this over-the-top leather sofa, drinking a strong drink so I wouldn't lose all the senses I had and punch this asshole in the face. “We can't stay in this civil war. We can attract the eyes of those we don't want.
• "Interesting to say that, since you were the one who started this shit when you robbed us." I said after drinking the last gulp of the strongest vodka this joint had. When he set up this meeting, it was agreed that we would meet in a neutral place, where we couldn't be surprised on either side, but my hand itched to grab the gun that was in my holster and shoot the old man in the face. "What do you want, Paolo, to piss me off even more?"