Chapter - [ 58 ]

Hunter Storm

I pull out two cigarettes and forwards one to Brandon whose red eyes with bags are a proof that he had a sleepless night.

"I'm going to kill David fucking Barnes before the election and no one will ever finds out." He groans and runs his fingers through his messy hairs for the hundredth time.

"His life is more important for next few years, Brand. So, bear your dear father-in-law for time being." I take a puff from my cigarette.

I set a glass of lemonade down for him which he quickly grabs and drank in go.

"Thanks, cousin. This headache is killing me." He closes his eyes and leans on the leather sofa.

"Who told you to drink like some street drinkard who got his hands on a free truck of wine?" I give him a taunting look. Being in mafia, we're not supposed to loose ourselves like this, specially when we're at the brink of war.

"How do I suppose to stay sane and collected in Valentina's presence around me like my own shadow. You seriously ruined it for me, cousin." He says a