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Carl P.O.V

There was no explanation whatsoever, to why Sofia had informed me to wait in hotel Roseville for her. I totally get the fact that I am a pawn in their game, but the least they could do, was treat a pawn right.

Having to know know that Ciro could possibly on his way out of the city hurts me alot. He was someone I would have derived joy in killing. There were so many people, who had died all because I wanted to get to Ciro. The days in Afghanistan, where I was a hired killer would not for any reason flee away from my mind. I did all the evil that needed to be done, just for one man to be dead and he fled away.

While sulking over my failure to execute the act, I felt arms wrapped around my waist and it was a clear indication that she was here. Her scent filled my nose and her breathing on my neck was something else that I couldn't fathom.

"You shouldn't be sulking. Ciro Russo is a dangerous person and would have probably read each moves miles ahead before you even think of mak