He had his breakfast with Alexis who was still in her silk pyjamas and looked like she would probably go to bed again after eating. Not that he minded, she was pregnant and all he wanted now was for her to rest and take care of herself. His car, Rolls Royce, waited outside with a man holding its door open for him. This job surely came with its benefits but sometimes Angelo felt that the responsibilities on his shoulders exceeded those benefits at times or most of the times.
Even Alexis had now accepted his life, still didn't trust her enough to show the brutalities that he inflicted upon people every day. But there was nothing that he could do about it. He was feeding people with the money he earned from those activities by people who did not believe in law and order any more, in the justice provided by the system and he understood that. Hell to be honest he did not believe in those life sentences as well.
