#Chapter62
DREIDAN'S POV
I heard the doorbell ring and groaned at the thought of going to open it. I already knew who was there. Alessandro, my brother. I'd filled him in on what had been happening and he had promised to show up this morning. I looked at my bruised knuckles, sighed and walked to the door.
The moment I pulled the door open, Alessandro walked in with an evident frown. /"Where the fuck is that bastard?/" He asked with his thick Italian accent.
I sighed and shut the door, walking to the mini bar in the sitting room. /"The punk ass isn't here 'Sandro. We'll deal with him later on. How was your flight?/"
He rolled his suitcase and stopped near the couch, lazily falling on it. /"Get me some alcohol, man. I need to cool off. I swear I planned out a whole murder scene in my mind during my flight. Leo should thank his stars that he's not here right now./"
