Chapter Eighteen

Xena Remington

“I-I don’t think I understand.” I stutter as I try to regulate my breathing but it was difficult because this godly man is so incredibly close to me.

“Well, I need something in return if I let a man live because you asked me to. We don’t usually do that here, you see.” He mocks me as that smug smirk refuses to leave his insanely attractive face.

“I can’t give you anything. There is nothing that I possibly have that you don’t already have.” I tell him, I knew that he was aware of the fact. He is from the mafia and he is a billionaire. He can literally get anything, there is nothing in this world that I can offer him.

“I guess that's true, well I’ll see you tomorrow. Also, I guess you’ll help Jerold’s parents with his funeral arrangements. ” I stare at him with horror as he nonchalantly mentions a man’s funeral.

Unlike Jerold, his parents were amazing. I don’t know how someone who was raised by those two people turned out to be a monster. His parents would never be able