Carla
I fear Don Angelo may kill me tonight, though nothing here is my fault. I cannot predict his temper, but I can ask him for one last favour. It would just be like granting me my last wish, right? There's no harm in trying, I guess.
“Hattos,” I hear Don Angelo's voice call out to his bodyguard lazily. From what I’ve seen and heard, I know he can kill everyone here without batting an eye. So, before he can say any further, I interrupt him.
“Please, Don Angelo. Spare my brother “ I say this with a broken heart, and I expect nothing much from him. He may or may not save my brother. I understand that.
He only ignores me and gives Hattos a glare, causing my heart to fall to the depths of my stomach. It's better for me to close my eyes and allow it to pass. Well, there would be no more
