CHAPTER-23

Evan looked at his Compagno with inquisitive eyes. "I hate Rome!" Viso sneered, taking another gulp of liquor from his whiskey glass. "This place is horrid. Can you fucking believe She rejected me, straight to my face. That fucking…"

He stopped and gulped down the whole glass of whiskey in one go as He couldn't bring himself to say anything nasty against Isabel.

Evan could read Viso like an open book. This madness was more than lust. But what was it? Obsession? Yes, it was that. What else could it be?

"It's all because of that Little Moth. She filled Isabel's mind against me!" Viso fumed before He grabbed the bottle, once again filled his glass with the whiskey.

"Moth?" Evan asked Viso, squinting his eyes. "What Moth?”

Viso looked at Evan, "Her friend. The Bitch and that Ugly potato. I wanted to kill her then and there and I would have only if she didn't have that…" Viso couldn't bring himself to talk about Liam as an Infuriating energy hugged his body imagining those two criminals