Chapter Thirty-Seven: His Past

Before long, I was being led up a huge staircase into the very old looking factory building, my hand interlocked with Vito’s as we reach a set of locked double doors. With a wink, he reaches past me and types in some secret code into a little black keypad on the wall, a clicking noise erupting from the doors in front.

“Such high-tech security.” I say sarcastically looking to Vito, who shook his head with a smile of his own opening up the door for me to walk in first.

I laugh as I walk into something I was not expecting, as like I had said, the building on the outside looked to be far behind disrepair, many broken windows littered the place, some of the bricks seeming to be chipping away and even the roof looked as though it was going to cave in. But when you walk through those doors, it’s as though you’ve walked into a different place.

The walls were a black colour with white trimming, a huge bay window at the front of the room showing the beautiful scene of the city. Around 5 desk