112| Tantrums.

ANTONIO

My men and I had tried every possible means to look for Rosalinda, but there was no cue. Nothing at all. I was frustrated, scared of losing her. Even the thought of it blocked my airways, making it difficult to breathe. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to get my woman back. Nothing at all.

Vito and I had just finished looking through the footage from the security camera from all the buildings around the gas station, but we got nothing.

My phone started ringing, and I picked it up, hoping it was one of my men calling me to give me positive feedback, but I drew a long hiss when I realised it was Sofia calling. She had been buzzing my phone for over an hour now, demanding to speak with Rosalinda. I had told her that she was fine and was only sleeping, but she wouldn’t buy it. Fuck! She was fucking adding to my frustration with her persistent calls.

“Don’t you think you should tell her the truth?” Vito suggested, as I rejected the call.

“She’d tell Roberto, and I don’t want hi