Calisto greeted respectfully the moment he answered his ringing cell phone. “Calisto,” Affonso replied, sounding more chipper than usual. “You know, my boy, you could always drop the pretense when I call and address me the way we both want you to.” “As in, ‘Afternoon, asshole’?” Affonso grunted under his breath. “Hey, now.” “I’ll stick with uncle,” Calisto said, dismissing the entire conversation with four words. “Such a shame. You could save me all the trouble and heartache in the world if you would simply just—” “Are we going to do this again today?” Calisto asked. “I thought Vegas was supposed to be a break from me. Wasn’t that what you said? You would be happy to put some distance between you and I for a while. You’re contradicting yourself, zio, and we’re not even in the same goddamn state as you’re doing it.” “Watch it.” Two quickly spoken, angry words were enough to check Calisto’s attitude. Regardless of his feelings toward his uncle, the man was still his boss.
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