AS SOON as Shari's body adjusted three months after giving birth, she immediately started her life-long mission. Sage was against it and convinced her to focus on Visha. But she reminded her brother why they were in Italy in the first place. They had pledged their revenge and being a mother now would never change that fact.
Shari went inside a famous pub on the outskirts of the city. Its rustic interiors gave out a classic vibe. There were a few men chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their glasses of vodka. But Shari had her eyes fixed on someone near the bartender. Fate must have been on her side because her target hadn't changed location since she discovered his whereabouts.
She sat on the barstool beside a middle-aged man with a beard who wore a navy-blue baseball cap and a brown leather jacket. He was drinking beer.
"A bottle of beer, please!" She asked the female bartender.
