Removal-4

I finally get back to my desk and feel like a ball of nerves. I grab a bottle of whiskey and start downing it straight from the neck.

The truth is, I really don't care if my cousins are out partying, and they know it. I also don't care if they fuck their whores or get high in my backyard.

I take another swig of whiskey and set my alarm clock.

Yes.

That's it.

That's all I need right now.

I'll sleep for an hour to calm down, and then I'll go out and find them.

Cazzo, when did I finish the bottle?

I pull back the leather chair and put my feet on the desk. Then I place an arm over my eyes.

Cazzo.

This is the moment when the alcohol, combined with the cumulative fatigue, hits me hard.

I sleep without sleeping.

I can never fully relax, and my mind is always on edge.

I hear a knock on the door, and I grit my teeth as I hear the door open.

Cazzo, if it's fucking Tina or Gina, it doesn't matter. I am going to burn the house down.

"Don Elio?" a voice calls timidly.

I abruptly op