CALESTINO

I pulled my shirt back on, fingers working the remaining buttons slowly. Lorenzo sat on the edge of the bar, watching me with that half-lidded satisfaction that I had never been able to fully hate no matter how hard I tried.

I turned to face him.

"I need something from you," I said.

He tilted his head. "You just had something from me, Cal. You just took my ability to walk."

"I'm serious, Enzo."

The amusement didn't leave his face entirely but it shifted, made room for something more attentive. He crossed his arms and waited.

"I'll help you," I said. "With your father, I mean. I'll help you...