Angelo
Riccardo stops by the huge fountain of Aphrodite at Verona mansion. The fear on his face is unpredictable. Advancing toward him speak, "have you been able to get Rocco in the phone?"
He shakes his head, "his phone is switched off."
I nod. I run my hand through my hair as I glance the other way. "Is Arielle fine?"
"She must be in Chicago by this time." He takes a look at his watch. "She was worried. She witnessed Antonio being shot. The blood isn't suitable for pregnancy. She's under a trance to have to four of us back."
Hearing her health condition it sends daggers to my heart. I did everything for my sister's happiness and I will make sure she'll have her husband back. Fishing my phone from my pocket I call Vlas Macksacova, he might be the only person who can help me out.
The rings goes and he picks up under a second, as if he was waiting for my phone call. "Angelo. Hello." He sounds melodious as he speaks.
"Can we meet?"
"What for?" He chuckles, "I'm under your maverick daddy's payroll. Why should I meet you?" He laugh dryly.
I grin then press my lips into a straight line, "you'll show up for the friendship we vowed each other in high school." Silence dwells amidst both phone calls.
He hummed, "let's call it for a no foe day. Sure mate, let's meet."
"Verona Mansion." I utter.
"I'll be right there, mate." He says before hanging up.
Riccardo shot me a confused gaze and I sigh. "Its the only way to screw Marco and bring back Antonio. We need a crew." Riccardo nods. "I'll try to connect with Rocco. If you need me call me." He sayz and vanishes inside the mansion.
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