Chapter 75: The Trios trip

Vincenzo Santoro stood at Marco Caruso's door, contemplating if what he was about to do was right. He knew it was a petty move, but when he said he was done with Maria, he truly meant it. 

This was just the final nail to the coffin. He couldn't lie. He had gotten so used to Marco. His presence alone was refreshing. It was rare to see a mind of his. He may have lost his memory, but he grew into Vincenzo pictured. He knocked lightly on the door, and Marco immediately opened up.

"That was fast," he laughed nervously.

"Yeah, I was just about to go down to the gym. Pretty damn good coincidence, yeah?" Marco grinned, and Vincenzo couldn't help but reciprocate. His legs had healed quite nicely.

"Those look solid," he said, pointing at Marco's legs. As if prompted, Marco bounced on the legs.

"Like a rock," he said to prove it jumped higher. "Want to join me in the gym?" He asked, and Vincenzo stopped to think if it was ideal.