The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
Cain asked worriedly.
I should have been more infuriated by his dumb questions, but I wasn’t, and that was because I also felt the same way. He was there when it happened, so I understood his reaction.
“Terrace told me himself,” I said, my insides shivering with dread.
“How does Terrace come into this?” Cain asked, confused.
“Apparently, Terrace and Don Milano are brothers from the same clan,” I said, and Cain’s eyes widened with horror.
He understood what that meant, and I didn’t have to explain it.