"If you were so hungry you should've stalled me until you were done eating." Andrea sighed, watching Reid eat. Ever since she came, the man had merely sat in front of her and eaten the dishes served to him. "You should eat something too." Reid suggested, picking up the glass of water beside his plate. "I've been at home all day, Mr. Dahmer. Surely, you don't think I'd starve myself." She replied with a forced smile. Reid met her eyes and chuckled, "The whole of Italy talks about you and how weak your body is. I also heard it took close to a dozen nannies to make you eat as a child." "I agree, food has never been the one thing I take delight in doing. But I have a daughter now and I have to set a healthy eating example for her." Andrea reminded. "She leaves for school every morning and returns when it's almost evening. Who knows if the meal you have everyday is dinner because she's always prone to be there." Andrea stared up at him for a long time. Then she lowered her eyes to t

Adrian opened his eyes slowly, but was forced to shut it again when it was overrode by piercing sunlight. Lowering his head, he slowly opened it then got sight of his chained hands. "You're awake. Good." He heard someone say beside him and hurriedly turned to where the voice came from. Marco walked into his sight. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he asked, "Do I look familiar?" "Marco Accardo, what do you think you're doing?" Adrian hissed, struggling with the chains. "Nothing harmful. I just have some questions to ask you." Marco replied, grabbing a seat. "And you don't think I would've given you the answers you wanted without you being so aggressive?" Adrian huffed, glaring at him. "I know you would've given me any answer I wanted. But I doubted you'd tell me who it was that saved you and your friends from being assassinated some weeks ago." Marco smiled. Adrian's eyes dimmed for a second, before they became cold. Although it happened very fast, Marco was quick to catc

"I'll be out for a few hours. You can text me if you need something." Carrie told Kirby, slipping something into her pocket. Kirby who had her eyes lowered onto a novel, hummed without looking up at her. "Okay, that's it. Tell me what the problem is. Why have I been getting the silent treatment for the past three one week?" She asked, taking her seat beside Kirby. "Nothing. I've just been busy with work and extremely stressed." Kirby responded, flipping a page of the novel. "New York had way more matters that you had to deal with, yet, you had no problem dealing with them and still smiling at me. I insist that you tell me what I've done wrong." Kirby finally looked up at Carrie and locked gazes with her for more than thirty seconds, before she returned it to her book. Flipping open another page, she said, "I saw your guns." Carrie didn't think much about it before she replied, "Its for protection. And it's also licensed." "You can have more than a dozen guns, knives, grenades,

Marco stopped seeing the familiar Benz drive into the compound. Cheryl alighted from it with an envelope. She held it and walked towards the house's entrance, but discovered Marco was blocking the way. "Excuse me." She said, raising an annoyed brow. "Watch your back, Cheryl." Marco admonished as he stepped aside. Cheryl stared at him for a few seconds before walking inside the house. With her back turned to him, she let out a small smile. She quickly realized the room's temperature was lower than usual, but still proceeded regardless. The first person she caught sight of was Valerie who was hurrying off to somewhere. The latter, however, slowed down when she saw Cheryl. "Andrea is in a very foul mood and I don't think she'll want to see you." Valerie said from where she stood. Cheryl raised the envelope in her hand with a raised brow, "It's okay. Her anger doesn't last that long and she'd be in a good mood to go through this later." Valerie grew inquisitive. "What is that?"

The Accardo's Manor "I heard you bought an entertainment industry?" Gabriel cleared his throat, wheeling himself into the library where Andrea was. "You heard right." She responded, her back turned to him as she arranged the disheveled books. "Do you have nothing else to do other than read articles, books and buy companies? I mean, I have no issue with you getting a commercial company, but an entertainment company? Come on, Andrea, you can do better than that." The man sighed, stopping meters away from her. "I'm very sure you didn't come here to lecture me. Go straight to the point." Andrea said in a stoic voice. "There's been whisperings amongst the other mafians. They know I'm sick and they think with your recent actions, that you're not worthy of being a mafia queen." Gabriel aired out his concern. Andrea said nothing immediately. After ten seconds of silence, she chuckled, "You're supposed to be recovering. Why does Alessandro bother you with such news?" "I'm not recovering