Furio was in his office when Trish knocked on his door.
“Sir, Mr. Di Camillo is here to see you.”
“Send him in.”
He closed down his computer screen and rubbed his forehead rising to meet his oldest friend. “Valente.”
“Furio.” Valente pulled his head back, “you look like hell. Are you sleeping?”
He was sleeping but the dreams he was having didn’t allow for good rest.
“Furio,” Valente grabbed his bicep, “what the f**k is going on?”
He scrubbed his hand over his beard and sighed, “I f****d up and I f****d up bad.”
“How bad?”
“f*****g Ercole’s widow bad.”
Valente’s eyes bulged and he staggered backwards, “what? Furio, you and I agreed to never talk about this again,” he threw his hands up. “You have been hot for her since the minute he put her in your face years ago. You and I talked
