CHAPTER-83

“Hear me out, clear and cut, Viso D’angelo. I hate you. I hate you so much. Just die and end my Misery!”

Viso swirled the wine in the glass In his hand and recalled her last words. He gulped the drink in one go.

“So what that bastard barked now? Did you track his whereabouts?” Evan finally broke the silence which he had been successfully tolerating for the last thirteen minutes, sitting beside him in the wet bar in his wing. He had been staring at his Compagno's face who was smoking and drinking side by side, his favourite combination.

Viso placed the glass on the counter, pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it towards Evan for him to read the message. He knew Isabel was stalking his phone to get some proof to put him behind the prison. Poor her, didn't know it was an impossible task even if she got something about his colourful deeds. Evan grabbed the phone from the counter and read the message, His nose flared reading the words.

“Fuck! So your doubt was right. Sandro moth