Chapter Twelve

Marcello

Michael picks up on the third ring. “ What’s up?”

“I need Zara Parkinson’s contact details.”

“ And why would you need that?”

“Actions first, questions later”

“That’s why you’re still a hot tempered knucklehead”

I chuckle. “ Alright dumbass, I just want to apologize to her. I may have said some mean things earlier”

“Try rude”

“Seriously bro”

He hesitates for a moment then says “ Fine”. The line goes dead.

I have an idea in mind and if I play my cards right, I could uplift the company’s image and still escape my father’s wrath. It’s after work hours , so I decide to head home. I haven’t seen my mother in about two weeks . It’s best not to piss her off and have her call me herself . I may be a grown man almost in my thirties and over a feet taller than her, but trust me when I say I’ll never be too old for my mama’s chanclas.

Was it when I was Seventeen? I made the mistake of talking back to my mother and stomping out. She watched me walk out without as much as a peep. That’s w