4
Savio
“Why did I just hear about you k********g a woman?” Senior questioned in a boisterous voice.
“Wait, what happened?” Sante asked.
“Is she still there?” Renato inquired.
“You know about this?” Elio inquired.
“I barely got five hours of sleep; hold off on the questions. Meet me at the house,” I demanded and hung up the phone as I zipped through traffic and made it to the gate of my parents’ mansion in Highland Park forty minutes later. The guard opened the gates, and I pulled into the roundabout, parked my car, and jogged up the stairs. Growing up in a ten-bedroom, fifteen-bathroom, mansion with our own indoor and outdoor pool and basketball court was normal. The amount of times we’d have parties when our parents were gone out of the country played in my mind. I went to the kitc
