I was lost in thought, thinking about what happened eight years ago and how I discovered who betrayed the familia. I remembered how fvcked up I felt when she told me. I was seeing red after that, blocking her airways by strangling her fvcking neck. If not for Kate, she would be already dead.
"How's the spitfire?"
I turned to look at Katrina who was casually sitting on the sofa whilst sipping a glass of wine in front of the many dead bodies that littered around the living room of my suite. Heck, I even stepped over them when I entered to collect some important belongings, unfazed with the blood and what should be the brains of some of them. Eris and Gio are at it again. But it might be just Eris, knowing her nature...
"She's pissed," I answered, frowning at the blood-soaked carpet. There goes my $34 million Persian rug. "she said she doesn't want to see me."
