Chapter 35:

Vittorio Del Carlo

Thoughts of my father are still on my mind. My fingers grip onto the steering wheel with frustration. He knows how much talking about my father irks me, yet he does shit like that on purpose because he likes to see people squirm.

He finds their weakness and he plays with them.

When I got home, I called Diego and Ramon to my office straightaway, no matter what they were doing. I