Chapter 92

Damiano

“We isolated them and kept them awake. They will talk when exhaustion hits them.” Antonio reported to me.

“Good.” I replied over the phone.

I sat down on the living room couch to avoid disturbing Althaia, who was asleep. I flipped open the sketchbook she had on the coffee table, curious to see what her mind had created.

“You should get some sleep. You’re a pain in the ass when you’re sleep-deprived.” Antonio commented. Before I could tell him off, I heard Raffaele in the background.

“Is that Damiano? Let me talk to him real quick.” I heard some rustling before he got on the phone. “Damiano! Damiano, please, just please listen to me!”

“What do you want?”

“Please, get laid!” He cried out desperately. “You’ve got too much pent-up sexual frustration, and all kinds of frustrations that exist. So please, for the love of God, get laid! I’m tired! I am so tired! I haven’t worked this much in my life, and you have been up eve