I realised that I haven't dedicated this book yet therefore on behalf of my friends.
I dedicate this book to 'the depressed lunch table'
Yes this is what life has come to.
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2:00am.
No one had slept.
There was way too much question and confusion in the air for that.
And no one but Christian or Stefano could answer our questions.
Yet they wouldn't.
We all sat silently in the family room amongst the mess. I had never experienced an atmosphere more deserted and...tense.
"Let's play charades. Christian please kindly act out what the fuck is going on." Dominico warns him.
"I hate charades, I never win!" Diego complains.
"Quelle dommage bitch." (What a shame). I interrupt, finally shutting them up.
It was clear that we were going to gain absolutely no answers from Chrissy over here.
The idea of 'no answers' didn't sit right for me.
I'd find some, even if they were wrong.
"I need some air." I get up cautiously walking out the room.
Because I'm a hot bitch.
I didn't know where to proceed after that.
My room didn't seem like the right option and outside? No, I don't quite fancy hypothermia right now. Perhaps tomorrow.
I wandered around the house taking in its solitary nature. I didn't like the feeling I gained from it. I felt like I was back in New York. Trapped in that apartment. Alone.
Knocking on my fathers office door, I am greeted with abstract silence.
I knock yet again and gain the same silence.
Knock knock bitch.
Nope? Still silence. Nice.
Opening the door, I view my father sitting by his desk simply staring at a photo frame.
I knew exactly what picture he was looking at.
It was me and Adriano in a headlock while Christian had gripped both of our hoods yanking us up while Stefano had a gun to his head.
"Can I come in?" I catch his attention.
"No, fuck off." He sarcastically jokes.
I chuckle entering the deathly room and shutting the door behind me.
Sitting on the seat opposite him, I impulsively stare at him as he awkwardly stares back. He knows I have questions and I am completely aware that he won't fail to ignore them.
"You can blink you know?" He enlightens me.
Gosh father, why I had no idea!
"What's going on?" I demand.
"Do you count your shots when you shoot a gun?" He asks me avoiding my question.
What the fuck?
"Of course I do?" I answer confused.
"And why do we do that?" He adds.
Dude. Escobar. Pablo.
"So you know when you're about to run out." I recite rolling my eyes.
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