Chapter 32

"If you haven't trained it, it doesn't count as yours," I answer, and maybe it wasn't my best answer because the look she gives me isn't so kind. In fact, she reviews me from head to toe, between curious and annoyed.

The man approaches again, not very intimidating, if he knew that I live with the Capo of the Italian mafia, he would have a good definition of what it is to be an intimidating person and he would not be making a fool of himself. But in the end, everyone.

"Go back to the castle where you came from pretty boy," he threatens and turns to the girl. Let's go out.

She dodges his hand, gives me a dirty look and leaves the place on her own.

I change the song again before ordering another drink and going after her. When I get to the back of the store, the man is claiming her and she, pressed against the wall, has her head turned away without answering him.

I light another cigarette and the click of the lighter catches their attention. The first thing heard is the man's annoyed sno