"He's not okay. I could see it in his eyes. Something's wrong." Don Carianno sighed, pulling at his buttons and letting his coat fly.

He was suffocated with worries and he didn't need more stress from his clothing adding to it. Ever since the meeting with Ghost ended, he's been fucking moody and worried. How could he not be? The guy had been completely absent in the conversation they had.

He looked torn. Distorted. And Lord have mercy it better not be because of that damned girl.

"You think it's because of Ciara?" Sergio asked, slumping on the couch. They were home. In one of the Carianno's mansions.

"I'm not...