Chapter 38

Marco leaned against the wall and stared at Gaetano, who held a firm expression as he hit the punching bag as if wanting it to bleed and beg for his mercy.

“You must be joking with me, bro,” he growled in anger while glaring at Marco as he held the punching bag to a stop.

Marco shook his head and moved forward, grabbing a bottle of water. He screwed the cap and dawned all its contents in one go.

“Is there another way to convince you?” Gaetano asked as he moved forward, taking a seat on the bench.

“No, I am serious about this, Gaetano, but I will always be around when you need me,” Marco replied, sitting on the bench across from him.

“Does Gianni know?” Gaetano asked, grabbing his phone as Gianni joined them from the treadmill.

“I know what?” He said, sitting down next to Marco.

“I am retiring from the mafia world. Time to do some clean business,” Marco replied, an