127

Damien

“You are not in any position to tell me who I can or cannot be with” I told Vito. I was already getting tired of the way he regarded my wife. I quite frankly did not give a shit about how he felt about my personal life.

“You are living with the enemy, Damien, you may not realize it now but trust me, that girl is trouble,” Vito warned me, looking at me dead in my eyes.

“It never ceases to amaze me every time you choose to play a fatherly role when it comes to my life,” I told him. “Tell me something Vito, is targeting my wife with a sniper rifle part of what it is to be a father?” I inquired with an inquisitive frown.

Vito said nothing as he glared at me. I looked around the old coffee shop he chose for our rendezvous. Only old men were inside. Except that they were not just old men, they were war veterans, and I was willing to bet my life that they were all armed with firearms.

“You think you are so innocent, aren’t you?” Vito asked with pure malice. “Do you even know the kind