Her calls have been constant and unusual. Another thing that doesn’t sit well with me. Something doesn’t feel right. She is clearly jacked up on something when she calls and makes demands, but this past week, I hear evil in her tone, along with anger and entitlement. It is different. She is different.

My cell phone vibrates and grabbing it makes my anger rise as I see Angelina’s name flashing on my screen. Again. I swear to God, this woman is really pushing me to my limits. I think about not answering, but I know that if I don’t, she will keep calling. While I could turn my phone off, in my line of work, that is not a luxury I can afford.

I hit the answer button and wait.

I don’t talk. I just sit and listen and wait. Standing, I begin to pace my office as I grip the phone and hold it to my ear, my agitation already sky-high.

“Dante!” she shouts like I am 100 yards away from her. “Dante!” I pull the phone away from my ear.

“What!” I bark at her before I can reel myself in. I walk over to close my office door, slamming it a little too hard, probably getting the attention of Little Red and Leo in the other room.

“What the fuck do you want!” I scream back at her, my patience for this woman now all but gone.

“Leo! He is my son. You can’t keep him away from me!” She is high as a kite. Her words are slurred, and I can barely make out what she is screaming down the phone. I try to remain calm, as I repeat over and over in my brain, Do it for Leo, do it for Leo.

“We have talked about this, Angelina. You are in no state,” I say, calmly, before she interrupts me. One of my biggest pet peeves.

“You are a bastard! You think you are so high and mighty. You think that just because you are Dante Luciano, you can keep him away from me!” I can barely make out what she is yelling about. Her voice is so slurred. I look at my watch; it is only 2pm.

“It is fucking 2 in the afternoon Angelina. Get your fucking shit together!” I scream at her, totally losing my shit. I know I shouldn't, but I am stressed. Stressed at her constant demands and calls, but more stressed because I can’t find fucking Dominic.

“You are not going near him. You are not fit to be a parent. You are not fit for fucking anything!”