*Giovani*
“If you don't mind, I'd like to go alone." That was what my wife said to me as she prepared to have dinner with her father, a man who had abandoned her for twenty years and reappeared just as suddenly.
Of course, I minded. And she knew it too.
I agreed not to go with her and I didn't. But I never agreed not to follow her.
I ran a hand through my hair, clenching the steering wheel of the car as I listened to the mic we'd placed on Ben rang out through my phone. She had no clue her guard had been bugged and she never would, hopefully.
“This is f****d," Gabriele shook his head disapprovingly from the seat next to us.
I sent him a glare and he shut up, gazing out the window as we listened to the sounds of the restaurant ambiance–deep breaths from Ben and the clattering of f
