The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
I asked with agitation.
“Yes, boss,” he answered.
A wave of relief washed through me.
“Where is it, Cain?” I asked him.
But instead of a response, I only heard a shuffling sound, as though two people were in a scuffle, and then the call disconnected.
“Hello, Cain,” I called, but there was only dead silence now.
Had Cain been caught ?