Chapter 60

Antonio paced his living room, with a cigar in hand and a glass of scotch in the second hand while he muttered words underneath his breath. Mark, his friend, was busy staring at him with a smile on his face. He didn't know that he was busy tipping Leonard with information.

"So, tell me, why are you pacing?"

Antonio stopped suddenly and swiveled around with his cigar in his hand and a glare at his friend who was not seeing the reason in acting the way he was doing. Didn't he know that it wasn't an easy feat to achieve all he did only to have them crashing down on him and it was all his brother's fault. "Why shouldn't I?"

"I think you're going to wear a hole in the carpet. Why don't you just calm down and state your issues so that we can know where exactly to begin the judgment from? I don't subscribe to things like this. You're smoking, which you never do." His friend eyed me.

Antonio heaved a sigh and threw the blunt into the ashtray beside him, unfortunately, it landed far away