Chapter 43

(Filippo Valentini)

"Thank you," I thank her, taking the cell phone from her hand, she says nothing, just takes the dishes from the table and puts them in the sink. "Fratello!"

"Where have I been calling and you haven't answered for three days?" Matteo shouts on the other end of the line in English, if he is talking to me like that, it is because he is not alone, probably our mother, or his wife, is nearby.

"Sleeping," I answered.

"Sleeping," he repeats my answer ironically, and I smile as I imagine the face my brother must be making right now. Matteo is the most serious of the three brothers, he hates jokes, he thinks they are a waste of time. " Ah, so the sleeping beauty got a little kiss after three days and woke up, what a cute thing," he says ironically, Matteo may not be a joker, but irony is with him.

"I was shot," I clarify before he gets even more upset with me, it is not a good idea to make him angry.

"And since when is a shot capable of taking down a Valentini, dammit! Are