I lifted the phone, the smirk still playing on my lips as I answered. "Didn't expect you to call so soon Alex, I don't think it's because you missed me though." I said, setting my drink down. But Alexander's voice wasn't playful at all like it usually was, it was clipped, and devoid of any form of warmth or familiarity. "I need your help." He stated simply.My frown deepened as I straightened in my seat. "What's the problem?" My tone was serious now. "I need you to get rid of someone for me," he said. "I just got back home and so my resources here are quite limited, and my father is watching my every move as of now so I cannot use my own people for this.""Alex," I stated, leaning back, my voice firm. "I can't just cross borders to kill some random person who hasn't done anything to me. I might be a mafia but I'm not a maniac killing machine." I raised a brow as I spoke. Who did he think he was talking to anyway? I'm not an assassin you hire to help you kill people. Rocco who was w
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