Chapter 6

Rico.

The drive to Vulcun's residence takes us exactly two hours.

Alessio must have trusted me enough to finally tell me something about Mia, and also, allow me to know her home.

"Another thing Rico, just be yourself. Don't try to impress him or anything, act normal" Fuck! I hate being in this position. It sounds like I'm getting married.

The men guarding the front doors let us in without question, and Alessio leads us to the enormous living room. The only presence in the room is a man sitting in a wheelchair and facing a big window.

"So, I finally get to see my son-in-law before I die" The man chuckles and finally turns around.

He looks to be in his late thirties or early forties. His eyes are a dull blue and almost lifeless. The brown hair on his head is so little like it's falling away. I also didn't miss his thick Russian accent.

I haven't heard her voice yet, though I had a clue she was Russian, and now it's confirmed.

His physical nature appears to be fading away. You will k