The Price of Trust

Enzo.

Fifteen years! Fifteen fucking years since I had known Damián, yet I never suspected that he was the one person I shouldn’t have put my trust in. Looking back, I had flashes of my memory, reasons I should have seen the signs that he was up to no good. They were all things I overlooked because it was absurd to suspect him.

The main rule of the mafia was to never trust anyone a hundred percent