"Has he called yet?" he asks, looking at my cell phone on the table.
I accept the coffee from him. I know I'm going to need it to think straight.
"Not yet," I say.
"What are you going to tell him?" he asks.
I take a sip and glance out of the window. It's a beautiful summer morning. Birds are chirping in the trees, and the sun is already bright in the sky.
"He's going to know about the girl," Enzo says. "He's going to ask questions."
"Don't you think I know that?" I snap.
"He's also going to ask why you disobeyed a direct order," he continues, unfazed by my demeanor.
Enzo has always been my confidant. He's always the first to know about my plans. He's also the only one who has the guts to call me out on my shit.
"Well, you’d better think of something, and think of it fast," he says. "It's almost time."
The Don always calls at eight o'clock in the morning. And when he does, I'm expected to pick up right away.
"But really, what were you even thinking?" Enzo says. "You spent two hundred thousand euros on the girl. That's not like you."
"I know it's not," I say.
"This could get messy," he says.
"Things have been peaceful for far too long," I say. "We could do with some excitement every once in a while."
He sighs. "Be careful what you wish for, man."
I take another long sip of coffee.
Things are uncertain right now, but I know one thing. The girl belongs to me now.
My phone starts ringing.
Enzo stands and starts pacing the room anxiously.
"I can't watch this," he says. "I just can't."
"Then leave," I suggest.
"There's no reason to be rude. I brought you coffee," he huffs, crossing his arms as he turns to face me.
I accept the call.
"Salve, Don Savastano," I say.
"Tell me, Dante," he says softly. "When I put you in charge of my business, what were the exact words I said to you?”
"I can explain," I say.
"Careful, boy," he says. "You're starting to make a habit of being a poor listener. Answer my question first."
"You said that you would find a way to contact me," I say, reliving the conversation we had five years ago.
"And?"
