Chapter 52 Gnaws

• Candela's p.o.v.
• Guilt gnaws at my very existence,since we came back from that fucking club, ever since I sent that destructive picture, ever since I had that soul touching conversation with Nonna, now ever since I've seen Salvatore return back at night, stressed as hell. His eyes sunken into his head. His only response to my plea for him to rest is that “Once I'm done with this, I will have enough time to rest,”
• I wondered what Brian has in stock for the picture I had sent, I learnt it's a shipment, there's little Brian could do to sabotage that, this isn't the highway where he could set something up to disrupt the transportation of goods. This is the mother fucking ocean.