Luciano woke up the latest he had ever woken up.
When he rolled to his side, his eyes went to the bedside clock and he saw it was already 12pm.
"Cazzo," he groaned as he slid out of bed.
An ache hit his temple, but he ignored it and went straight to the bathroom.
When he stepped out again, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had left unattended after downing a whole bottle the previous night, and then picked up a pack of cigarettes along with it.
With just his pants on, he walked to his balcony to resume from where he stopped.
First he opened the whiskey, then he brought out a stick of cigarette.
He would take a drag, and then push it down with a sip.
It was the only way he knew to get out of his head, and all of the thoughts that just kept on pushing to be dwelled on.
Thoughts that would just send him down a path of perdition.
Far across the balcony, Valentina and the girls all hung out.
