Luciano sat on his desk, and sighed for the umpteenth time.
He was supposed to be working, but thoughts of Valentina and how weird she was acting filled him with despair.
There were so many things he was willing to turn a blind eye to. Like how she had no issue declaring her love for everyone until it came to him.
However this time, he wasn't just emotionally losing her, but also physically, and it stung.
Salvatore walked into the room in the middle of his muddy mood, and went straight to talking about his discoveries.
"No one has seen Vitto since he left last night. I called the guards at Aurivilla to keep an eye out for him."
Luciano looked up from his computer screen. "Could he really have gone to the whore house?"
Salvatore chuckled. "Should we bet on it?"
He rolled his eyes hard, and Salvatore laughed.
"What else?"
He cleared his throat. "Verde."
Luciano's shoulders fell as he reclined into his seat. "What about her?"
