Chapter 13

Chapter 13

In the deluxe foyer of the fourth-story building of the most magnificent villa in the estate, Nicklaus Sterling sat, the man whose name spoke of death and power. He was enjoying his usual wine, 'Red Roses,' one of his favorites, given its limited alcohol content. The glass held only a small amount of the delightful wine, as he sipped it in his usual manner. Seated silently on the couch, he crossed his right leg over his left, relishing the peaceful environment around him.

“Did you let her go?” came an immediate question from the stairs.

"Yeah, I think so," Nicklaus replied, sipping his wine without bothering to look in the direction of the voice.

"Why?" The voice demanded to know. "I thought you were into her," the voice added, trying to address the issue more clearly.

Nicklaus scoffed and looked up in the direction of the person speaking behind him. "Lucas, you always think too much," he said, taking another sip from his glass.

"You know I think too much before asking. You