Georgio Cappitani
I stared at the photos on my phone. The women jogging on the beach and shopping in a pop-up store were definitely the Ribiani girls. The younger one looked exactly like their mother. Maria Ribiani looked extremely different than she did ten years ago. No longer the skinny, white blonde with flawless skin, girl he remembered. Now she was a full curvy woman with dark brown hair and tattoos on her arms. The next picture had him chuckling as he saw the young Isobel with a knife at Vice's clothed d*ck.
His phone rang and he clicked the green answer button.
"SÌ." (Yes)
"Capo, vuoi che prendiamo le ragazze?" (Boss, do you want us to grab the girls?)
"Hai visto Roberto?" (Have you seen Roberto?)
"No, Capo." (No, Boss)
"Allora no. Aspetteremo ancora un po'." (Then n
