A Tough Compromise
Julio sat on the sofa, arms crossed over his chest. "I don't fucking like this."
It was almost eleven o'clock. I had to leave my beautiful wife while she was still asleep and drive here to prepare for the meeting with Fabrizio. It seemed that Julio was even more reluctant to that idea than I was.
"You said if already...three times, as I recall. I gave him a look.
"Then I'll say it again, he grunted. "I don't like this idea between you and Fabrizio. It might bite you in the ass."
I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it in one gulp. "May I remind you that this cunt is currently our only source of information? Find me a better one, and I will gladly end the deal with him and him within days."
He studied me. "And just out of curiosity...how do you plan to end this? Unless you are ready to hand Stephanie over to him, of course."
