Chapter 18

Vincent, Domenico, and Gio walked into Francesco office, talking to each other which got his attention. Looking up at his sons and nephew he raised an eyebrow in question. Usually they told him when they were planning to come over and today, they had not.

“Can I help you boys with something?” He asked them leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap.

Vincent unbuttoned his fitted suit jacket and took it off. He draped it over the back of a chair in front of his fathers desk before sitting down in it. He put both elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands.

Francesco looked from his oldest son to the other two men in the room, “what happened?”

“Still no word from Enzo,” Domenico answered.

“We don’t even know where he is,”Gio added. They both set down on the couch. The chair beside Vincent was empty but neither of them wanted to sit near him. They both had already heard him call them every name in both the English and Italian languages because they had been unsucce