"Fine, I'll see you Friday." he muttered as he huffed. Every gangsters were supposed to carry disposable phones so they wouldn't be tracked, though Gregorio carried this one for personal use along with the work phone. Putting the phone back in his pockets, he huffed as he had to put up with that woman for another thirteen years and he'd at least be free of her. Turning to get his newspaper, he wasn't expecting the other man and it surprised him that he didn't notice. "What the fancy ****?" he shouted at the other man as he tensed a bit, how long had he been listening in to him?