VINCENZO

The annoying ring came again, ripping sleep off my eyes. I sent a glare at the nightstand, one stretch away from punching it to shards.

As though reading my mind, the sound ceased, and I muttered a cuss of gratitude, turning the other way to get back to sleep.

A second later, it reemerged, pissing me out of my wit's end. I grabbed the phone and got hit by an ugly glare. However, my emotion took on a different look when I spotted the name on the phone log.

Redialing the number, I pushed towards the bedhead, still groggy. The call went on and on, making me feel sleepy....