“Amen to that.” He raised his drink in agreeance. “We had to go back to Italy due to Ver not feeling well, and Marlowe is still not comfortable there, or for that matter thorough in the language. It’s a challenge, and to keep up with work I have in England…” Well- it was nearly impossible. Not to mention worrying about Guilian with each passing day. It was the only thing that invaded his mind next to Verity anymore. Where was his brother, what was he doing, what had the Lestranges’ forced him into?
He was supposed to be their little “messenger” boy- give out the warnings about money and support; or kill them otherwise. Not his brother. Not his Guilian who used to follow him around obnoxiously when he was trying to hang out with Micheal Benitti or the other ‘older’ children… The brother he protected even as he scorned as a child; who’s only good reason for being overweight as a kid was the knowledge he could beat anyone up and fight them if they hurt his brother….