Marcus POV
Arianna is 23 weeks pregnant not that I’m counting.
Her scan photos lay on my desk with the one of her and her blue hands on the bump framed.
The hope I finally had for finding Arianna has been on the rise before Arianna father died he finally told me she’s has her safe house in England and it’s one of the countries she hadn’t step foot in.
So we thought.
“Don Helios I think you better get your self together because there’s a man here that what’s to meet you” Otto wonders into my office.
“Tell him to make an appointment, I got things to do” I don’t even look up from my paperwork , I had become so behind with the darkening depression that swept over me when Arianna left.
“I think this is one appointment you wouldn’t want to miss” he pushes further.
“Honestly Otto
