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With every passing day I was going insane

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With every passing day I was going insane.

I was beyond sanity. My eyes were constantly red from alcohol and coffee and lack of sleep.

My temper was always pouring out in fumes.

I was a snap away from loosing myself.

But then again, I had already lost myself the days she walked out of the apartment.

Our home.

And I reminded everyday why she had left.

It was for me.

It was because I couldn't keep my penis in my pants.

It was because I fucked up.

It was disgusting and filthy on my part.

I felt filthy.

And being in time out didn't do any shit either.

When Cia left, I was going crazy, my head would be occupied with he'd thoughts and images and I was fucking everything up.

I wasn't concentrated in works and meeting kept postponed and shits like that.

So Zio  decided I needed time out to get my head in the game.

And then after three months nothing changed, I kept getting distracted by the images in my head.

Zio called me out in Italy and said to manage stuff here while he looked over at the States cause the place was fucking up my head.

And given that mama was the person who was supposed to be on my side kept giving me coldest ducking shoulder in the history of cold shoulders.

And so did my mother.

My own mother! She said I deserved it.

And she wasn't a bit fucking wrong!

I fucking deserved it.

"Don...we have Lucien Valentino on the call for you." The guy who was sitting across from me in the meeting room speaks up.

"Who?"

"Don Lucien Valentino." He repeats.

Now...who the fuck...

"Sir...Salvatore Valentino's boy...Lucien...

"Yeah, I get it." I raise my hand to stop his rambling. "Ask him what he wants."

A moment later the guy says, "He says he wants to talk to you..."

Why would the whimp talk to me?

Especially given that his father is always up in my throat... In out throat at every change that mutt can get.

Bloody bastard Valentino.

I roll my eyes and motion at the guy to cut the call.

"He he says he'll take just two minutes but the guy wants to talk." He said.

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