Chapter 68

Rico.

"I will have one of those" I join Carl on the balcony and point at the cigar in his hand.

"You are not supposed to be smoking, brother, and neither do I"

" I feel like crap" I sigh, stressfully running my fingers through my hair.

"Mia? " he quirks his brow in question and I nod.

"She's hurting. I don't know how to make her feel better." I mutter, feeling sad for her. I shouldn't have let her go to work in that state.

"Yeah, it will take her time. Especially with her condition."

"How was it before? I mean us" I reach for the cigar again, but the idiot pushes my hand away.

"I'm not letting you smoke, Rico. You never did, and it will be hard to stop if you start now" Why can't I smoke when he is doing just that?

I sigh, slumping on the seat beside him. It's not important anyway.

"She was your world, Rico, and so you were. When you left, it broke her. The family was here but she could always look at her phone every second just in case you called or stay at the window all the ti