One week later
MAIN VILLA
6:32 p.m.
It’s been over two hours now that I’ve been counting the loot my father managed to accumulate during my absence.
Sitting on the living room couch in the luxurious villa, two duffel bags filled with well-calibrated weapons worth thousands of euros that I’m recording on a sheet of paper.
My return from Italy wasn’t very warm, except from Maria, of course. She was the only one happy to see me return in one piece.
All I got from my father was indifference.
No news from Alexander since Italy. No more unannounced visits to my room, no more messages or calls; it’s for the best. I got to see his true face when he laughed like a madman in front of Sergio’s lifeless body. I can’t get that image out of my head.
I already knew he was dangerous but I had unde
