"Hey! What's your problem? Idiota!" The woman's angry voice echoed through the night, and several of her colleagues turned around in confusion. He was welcome here as long as he paid well and could find the necessary gentleness in his hands for seductive bodies and fragile wine glasses. Cesare didn't know exactly what had upset him so much today that he caused a commotion in the brothel that had always been so dear to him, but he didn't intend to dwell on it. Enzo, Enzo, Enzo... everything revolves around that boy from the mines! Even when he is about to have a hit, everything has to revolve around him! Even the stupid whores ask about him. Why can't he just...?!

He descended the stairs from the terrace, this time not to find the car that he with Leon and Enzo had secretly stolen from his uncle, but his steed, who was obviously also upset by all the fuss.

He felt a bitterness in his throat that had not left him for several days. He felt anger, rage, envy, shame... While Enzo goes on solo missions that Cesare could only dream of, he remains under Luca's scrutiny, collecting protection money. Always the same thing over and over again.

He jumped on his horse and sprinted away, somewhere far away. But it didn't take long before he noticed another four-legged animal with horseshoes behind him, chasing him. He turned around and saw you. Oh yes... yes, you went out to have fun together and he left you there. You should have stayed there, he wasn't in the mood for anyone.

He slowed down, dust flying from the hooves; it hadn't rained in a long time. "Amico, have you also come to brag about how my uncle sent you on a secret mission, while he doesn't even look at me?" he hissed hotly. His cheeks were red from drinking and his eyes were red from the dust flying everywhere. Definitely. "Or to reprimand me for not knowing how to behave properly?" God, he didn't even know why he was like that to you. You had always stood by his side.