32. Revenge is A Form of Grief
Chapter 32
Revenge is A Form of Grief
Giordano
I tap my fingers against my desk. Curious as to why I am the only one working right now.
Where are you?
Xander Venerio
Busy.
Doing what?
Stuff.
Seriously? I’m at the office. Where are you?
Believe it or not, people do have lives outside of work. It’s after hours. What are you doing there? Shouldn’t you be with your girl?
She’s with Giulietta. Out shopping
Spending your money finally, yeah?
She doesn’t know it yet, but I stole her card so she has no choice but to let me spoil her.
You need professional help. I have a number for a therapist.
I glower, typing out my response.
I don’t need a therapist.
Xander Venerio
Everyone needs a therapist.
You more than anyone. You haven’t properly grieved your father besides going on a killing rampage.
Revenge isn’t the only way.
Vaffanculo.
My phone vibrates with another text. I ignore it. He’s right, yes. I haven’t properly mourned my father since the funeral. It’s been nothing but business—both sides—since his death. Avenging is a form of grieving, right?
Revenge.
What does he know about it, anyway? Who made him king of death?
Fuck him.
Despite not wanting to hear more from him, I open the text anyway.
Xander Venerio
You know I’m right.
Stronzo.