The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
Let me see her phone,” I said.
I scrolled through Tessa’s phone, and I noticed that according to the call log, she had made a call twice; once before I was told about the poisoned coffee, and another while I was with Mia. Unfortunately, she had deleted everything about the cell number that she spoke to, which made it untraceable.
“I really hate this,” I declared angrily.
Just then, the door burst open and Cain matched in.
He was bruised, but alive. I was relieved, but worried. Then I asked him how it went with my eyes.