Falling over and over again

Tristan sat on his bed, a tall glance of wine in his hand. He swirled the substance in his cup around, almost spilling it as he stared at the ground.

He was thinking deep about something. There was something he could do, to get right information on Harley Finley, to know about him.

He wanted to know what that garden was for. There might be a clue there. He thought about a way to manipulate Samantha, to get informations from her.

He smiled suddenly as an idea slipped into his mind. He stood up from bed, dropped his wine on the drawer.

Theee was a knock, the door opened and Matteo walked in. "Boss."

Tristan spared him a moment stare.

"Leah is here."

Tristan stared at him, longer. "Evan." He cursed under his breath. "Take her to the spare room." Tristan ordered.

Matteo bowed and left.

*

Leah looked around the room, her searching searching. She was a pretty girl and blond. Slim with average height. She's been trained too and thus, it made her as hard and heartless as most of the Mafia