The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
I added.
The rage inside of me was being fueled by the raw trepidation I was feeling.
“I am sorry, boss,” Cain said, his voice cracked. “What happened?” He asked.
“Don Milano is alive,” I blurted.
“No, that cannot be possible,” Cain said, deeply shocked.
“That’s exactly what I thought, but he is as we speak,” I stated. “The motherfucker didn’t die,” I added deeply.
“But, boss…are you sure about this?” Cain asked worriedly.