Great.
Fucking freaking fantastic.
Luca shifted in the chair and glared at the doctor. He had better hope the bumbling fool in the white coat could fix it.
Otherwise, Luca was going to have to point a fucking gun at the doctor's head and threaten his entire family, friends, and whatever golf club he clearly belonged to until someone produced a solution.
Was that unreasonable? Maybe. Was Luca in the mood to be reasonable? Absolutely not. The doctor finally hung up the phone.
Luca straightened. The doctor turned to him.
"Mr Genovese…"
God, that was not starting well. He leaned back in the chair, jaw tight.
"Lay it on me," Luca said.
"I'm afraid a lot of things are catching up with you, which has led to the current situation."
Luca stared at him. "What do you mean?"
The doctor sat forward, folding his hands over the file on the desk. "Well," the doctor began carefully, "I would not pretend and say I do not know what you do."
Luca's eyes narrowed.
