Matteo
Twenty-Six: Matteo
Sitting on the balcony eating my breakfast I hear my personal cell phone ring. The maid rushes to my side with my phone in her hand. I wave her off as I look at the screen. I feel my heart falling into the pit of my stomach as I answer the phone. “Brother???” He says one line before the call is dropped. Flipping the phone closed I stare out over the beautiful city that I have come to love. Picking up the phone I use for work I order the pilot to ready the chopper to take me home. No matter what, my brother needs me as I think of my eldest brother’s words to me. “Antonio is in trouble.”
Standing up I walk to the railing overlooking the quiet city in the early morning hours. I dial the number I thought I would never have to use in my life. The soft voice comes on
