Demetrio lit yet another Cuban cigar and took several puffs from it. He inhaled the smoke, could practically feel its soothing hands inside him. The incident with Raven had only happened two days before, but something would not let him rest. The past two days had been spent with a never ending flow of grappa and cigars. He had never been this anxious in his life. He desperately wanted to go to her, talk to her. He wanted her to soothe him instead of the cigar he held onto desperately in her place. What held him back? Maybe it was the fear of knowing she would write him off. He just wanted to prolong the inevitable.
His youngest brother’s presence did not help things. Cosmo sat in front of his desk with a heavy scowl on his face. His little brother rarely wore a frown. The harsh expressio
