Fratii | Peste Zice Lumea Ca-s Golan

"Go home," Luca muttered, his voice gravelly. "And if anyone asks where you got it, tell them you found it. Don't tell them a 'golan' gave it to you. It'll ruin my reputation."

Luca let out a short, dry laugh. "Let them talk. If they see a 'golan,' they leave us alone. It’s a shield, little brother. In this world, if you aren't the wolf, you're the sheep." Fratii Peste Zice lumea ca-s golan

One rainy Tuesday, Luca sat at a corner bodega, stirring a coffee with a plastic spoon. Across from him sat his younger brother, Mateo. "Go home," Luca muttered, his voice gravelly