Heartless Mafia Prince - Book Three

CHAPTER ONE

KAIRO

A breathtaking place surrounded him. The soft colors of the sky were slowly fading away as the night deepened. He could hear loud music playing behind him. Physically, he was here but his mind was somewhere else. His hand was clenched tight around the glass, his eyes were intense.

Inwardly, he was cursing himself. He always mulled over his mistakes and tried to learn from them and vowed to never repeat them. His brothers loved him so much that they couldn't punish him for his unforgivable mistakes. He was feeling blessed as there was no room for an apology in his ruthless world.

He knew the sentence for mistakes in the dark mafia world. His expression was hard. He wanted to be somewhere else. In the dungeon - Drawing blood from his enemy's bodies, taking out his frustration.

He strode away from the railing and grabbed the champagne bottle from the bucket of ice. He poured himself and put the bottle back, not bothered that it was tilt