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chapter 142

My mind reeled with a million and one things all ar once and I swear if I didn't find a way to stop it, I just might run mad on the spot.

I'd just told them I knew Alessandro. Shit.

If I was being honest, I had no clue if I'd done the right thing or not. I suspected foul play the moment I realized I wasn't Alessandro’s captive. Who else knew of my existence? Papa had taken a wide step back from indulging in businesses that were a norm in mafia families, so there was no way I could be in someone's radar. But the moment he knew I recognized Alessandro, I just knew I was in deep shit.

I hated Alessandro, literally everyone did, even Antonio. But as I stared at the murderous glare my captor wore as he arranged an array of weapons I didn't recognize, I quickly came to the conclusion that there were more people that hated the man. Even more than I did.

And it shocked me to the bones.

Who the hell was he? Was he working alone? What was his relationship with Alessandro? And what
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