Sleeping With A Demon
A very familiar man's face, someone I knew as Carlos Hernandez, the mob boss of the black Mafias.
"Ciao, Bresfort, I assume you know of your beloved Aubrey's disappearance, and you're probably thinking of ways to execute me, which we both know is a long shot." I clenched my jaw. "Well if you're wondering," There was a slight shift in the camera and soon after, I was looking at Aubrey's sleeping figure, her hair was covering her face a little.
I groaned in anger, seeing her in that state wasn't the best feeling.