Mafia's Son
I try to control a certain tremor that crosses my body, while examining the possibilities of saving my skin that I can get tonight.
I get it, shit.
“What do you want?” I answer once I get the cell phone.
“But how nice it was to go out for a walk with the bitch on duty in your office, right?”
“What? And how do you know? Have you been following her?”
“Speak.” I insist.
“You know what I want, Son of the mafia. What will your secretary, the pretty one with the cute Face, think when she finds out the kind of person that is her little boss who sucks his dick?”