15 ◆ Petty Little Lies ◆

◆ MILES ◆

After shooting at dozens of beer bottles in my backyard to blow off some steam, I texted Enzo to ask where he was at the moment.   Niccolo also said Enzo flew out of Italy again and that Enzo wanted to talk to me about something urgent.  

Despite my reluctance, I decided to contact Enzo to ask him about his Uncle Ignazio's preferences...what booze and drugs the DOM liked, and what type of women his uncle preferred besides the usually underage hookers.

But the jerk wasn't answering my calls.  Or maybe Lorenzio just didn't take calls from unregistered numbers.  "Pick up the damn phone," I mumbled with a groan as the ringing went on, my hands busy cleaning up some of the mess I just made with my handgun and twenty or so blanks.

I had enough bullets in my ammo drawer to practice with, but I opted to use blanks tonight.  Just for safety reasons.