Alfonzo was drunk. “You’re not your father, but if you sit your ass here and hurt Selange because of me or your DNA then you’re worse. You two didn’t survive hell for you to ditch her like this over a history you can’t change.”“Nico,” Alfonzo said as he slowly rose to his feet, “my relationship with Selange is not open for discussion. I’ve revoked your motherfucking privilege for disloyalty, in case it isn’t clear, comprende?”There was a shout, “Alfonzo are you there?”Alfonzo rolled his neck to release the tension. His eyes never faltered from Nico’s face. He was angry at Nico, but not for the reason he thought. It wasn’t about Selange or his wounded pride. His anger stemmed from not having Nico’s counsel anymore. The Ari situation took him out of commission. Nico’s investigative expertise got results, but he couldn’t afford to pull Nico away from a pregnant woman who didn’t have a clue about staying low until her name and face were forgotten. He shouted out, “Yeah, Geo, I’m coming!”Giuseppe bounded down the stairs to where Nico and Alfonzo were.
