Amy spared a glance around her, studying the room that she sat inside.
Getting up, she kept her arm intact; that was still hanging from the sling bandage and her hair her were put in high ponytail, while she looked around the room and her eyes landing on the white single door that led down to the basement where her targeted fugitive was kept.
She began walking towards the door but halted when the door to the living room where she was sitting opened up and walked in, an anger ridden Alessandro.
“Hold up a minute!”
Amy grunted in pure agony and turned to face him with nothing but sweet anger written all over her face.
“Now what?”
“Now what?” he mocked her back, “You seriously think that our earlier conversation was over? And you seriously think that I will take their words and not you
