Mena
Time passed, and as much as I despised the idea, it was time to get back to the mansion. I waited on the cab, in an alley right around the corner of a mall.
I couldn't help but wonder what Alessio was doing at the moment. He went away for business, but what kind of business?
Whenever those thoughts crossed my mind, I seemed to realize the true situation. He did not have a normal job, that family was not normal anyone in this city knew that.
God knew he was blasting bullets through somebody head.
Perhaps something as disgusting as selling people, maybe even something horrific like organs?
I cringed, shaking my head. Whatever it was, it was not legal. That much I can tell you.
"Mena," my thoughts got interrupted by a too familiar male voice. No, no, no...
Instantly knowing who
