Dimitri
I considered not answering it, but something told me to. It was Lorenzo and there was only a few reasons that he would be calling me. Albert must have paid him a visit, or perhaps he wanted to pick up our conversation again.
"I don't suppose you're calling me about this fat sow of a daughter, hm?"
Then, my son's voice came through. "Since you decided to change your f*****g number, I had to get creative. Where is Mia?"
I took a deep breath and answered, my tone icy and controlled. “You think it's wise to take that tone with me, given the circumstances?"
"You think that if you kill her there will be anything more to talk about?"
I laughed. "You started this, bringing her into this. This fat Italian mutt when I gave you a list of beautiful candidates. She doesn't even--"
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