"Che cazzo, donna! Be quiet for a second!"

Snorted Lorenzo, looking at the back window of the car, an air of distrust.

You were arguing with your husband, Lorenzo, after finding out that Lorenzo didn't actually leave the mafia life because of you, in fact, Lorenzo just made an effort to act under the covers, out of your sight. But you found out.

"You can curse up to my ninth generation later, but shut your mouth now. I think we're being followed."