I find Fabiola back at the bar, chatting casually with Earl. I check the time on my phone as I approach them; it’s been just over ten minutes. That means we have barely enough time to get out of here and up to Donnie’s room. If we’re late…well, you don’t wanna be late for Donnie Esposito.

“Was he a gentleman?” I tease as I come up beside my angel and take her by the hand. So warm…such soft skin.

“It was hard,” he chuckles. “But I kept it together out of respect for you, Dominic.”

“You’re good people, Earl.” I lean close to Fabiola and whisper in her ear, “Come...