On it
I keep my eye on the bedroom door. I can hear the shower water running from here. Jeez, this apartment is a hole. The air in here is so tacky! I’m suffocating in middle-class quality. Is that IKEA? It makes me shiver. I have radar for expensive things, and there’s none here.
Rami:
Luca Nero, thirty-eight years old, born in New York, both parents died when he was nine—three months apart. Lived in a group home for a year until he was adopted by Massimo Leone. There’s not much in the police files, picked up for assault in his teens and destruction of public and private property, and extortion later on, but it never stuck. It makes sense since Leone is a powerful family
Rami:
Off the books, he’s bad news. A loose cannon, ruthless, violent, and merciless
I got a taste of that, my tongue brushes over the cut on my lip. Holy hell, what did I get myself into?
Me:
I almost had an unsettling premonition this morning, but being kidnapped is not something I considered possible
Rami:
Fuck! Art, you are a crafty guy, but my advice is to run
Me:
Tried and failed
Rami:
He left you with a phone, he fucked up the ABCs of kidnapping
Me:
He compensated with brutal force
Rami:
Then pray for a miracle
Me:
To which god?
Rami:
How about me, the almighty ruler?
I snort.
Me:
You talking about your handler in that lame video game you created?
I know things about his private life as well. His day job is quite cool, actually.
Rami:
Lame? Insulting prick!
Rami: