DAMON.
I placed the phone on my ear and heard it ringing and after a while I heard the gruff voice I didn’t think I will ever listen to.
“Che sorpresa figlio! (What a surprise, son), you called.” His strong husky voice resounded on the other side and I grimaced. I never had plans to call him or any other person from Italy, but since I’m in this mess because of him, I had to call him.
“Don.” I said and paused.
“Cosa c'è che non va figlio?” (What’s wrong son?” He asked, and I sighed, rubbing my forehead, he’s acting as if he didn’t know why I was calling.
“Emilia è a New York (Emilia is in New York) Do you know about that Don?” I asked, and he snickered.
“Yes I do, and I hope she came in one piece.” He asked and laughed.
“She’s fine, but that’s not the reason I am calling don.”
