CHAPTER 150

ALESSANDRO

Edward Whittle looks like I'm going to jump him any minute.

But like I told him, I'm not here for him. He deserves to go to trial for what he's done, to be torn apart by the public and sentenced.

Killing him would be a mercy he doesn't deserve.

The asshole starts crying after I don't give him any attention, and I look at him in utter disgust. Those girls in that container were crying, too. I wonder how many girls he's smuggled in containers over the years. What has happened to those girls, were they

still alive?

Edward Whittle should get life in prison and become the bitch of a thousand men. And even that punishment won't be enough.

He follows me around like a little puppy when it's dinner time. The dude jumps at the tiniest noise. That's what you get when you play on the wrong side of the law, and you don't think of the consequences.

The inmates seem to know who I am and avoid me, so I get my food that looks like someone puked on it in peace, with my entourage of o