Chapter SeventyThree

Yaszy Romano point of view:

"He's freaking out, only because it didn't hurt when Emiliano took the tracker out of my arm." I said crossing my arms across my chest but remembered what Emiliano said.

"I winced, I have more meat on my bones than you do, and you just sat there on your phone playing fucking Mario Cart." Alessandro said making me shake my head and walk over to Dad.

"Can we ship him to Mexico or something?" I asked making my dad laugh and shake his head.

He grabbed my hand, rubbed his thumb across my knuckles that were finally healed from when I blacked out a couple days ago.

"We can not ship him to Mexico, we can do Canada instead because he wouldn't survive in Mexico." Dad said whispering the last part which made me let out a laugh.

"How about Alaska instead? Send him with a couple of sweatshirts and Jackets to keep him warm." I whispered back making Dad shake his head while chuckling.

Alessandro let out a scoff. "Are you guys really talking about shipping me off?" He