My Mafia Saviour
“Why would more people come after me?”
She chuckled dryly, “Hold on-” she said, and slowly took out what seemed like a paper from her pant pocket. It was a picture, a man, he looked to be in his middle age, why do we have the same features? No, I am a spitting image of him.
“Who's this?” I asked, utterly confused.
“Emperor Azura.” she said, an emotion I couldn't fathom flashed in her eye, she shook her head, and her eyes was back to the normal aloof and dull look.
Hot Chapters