Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
~Hafiz~
Bruno
"So you are saying Silvio is your father?" Romano's asked, their surprise rendering them speechless. Both of them watching me with a similar perplexing frown
"Not my father, but biological, yes," I clarified as if that distinction needed to be made clear as I moved to the bar to get all of us a drink. Calling him my father left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I was feeling exhausted; I guess the activities of the last couple of hours were really catching up on me.
Pulling a bottle of whiskey and two glasses for Raph and Rom, I filled a glass of vodka and two limes for myself. I coughed when I gulped down mine, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling the soothing sensation down my throat.
"So, Ele is your
