Angy
The exterior of the estate hasn’t changed at all. The same tall metal gate, though maybe a little more rusted, the same narrow dirt path winding through the dry land, and from what I can see of the house, it doesn’t look like it has been modified much either.
The SUV comes to a stop in front of the main door, and through the window, I see a group of men approaching. Among them is Rai, standing out from the rest with his chocolate-colored skin covered in tattoos and his dark, curly hair.
Alex lets out a loud breath, filling the vehicle with the strong stench of alcohol.
I was honestly surprised he managed to get off the plane without falling flat on his face from how drunk he was. I suppose the three coffees he downed before landing helped him sober up a little.
Once he steps out,
