Chapter 18
Abigail
Luciano’s powerful muscular figure didn't give Michael a chance. His lips that were in a straight line now turned into a fake smile. They shook hands and the awkward tension was making me uncomfortable but my parents were clueless of what was going on.
“You must be Michael Black, right? Welcome to my home.” He said and I could hear his fake enthusiasm as he spoke and Micheal gave him a smile and a nod.
“Yes, that is me. You have a beautiful house, Mr. Adam's.” Michael's voice wasn't as deep as Luciano's
Of course, he was a couple of years older than Michael. His eyes went to me for a second and I noticed his jaw was clenched.
“Thank you, are you friends with Abigail?” He asked, the irritation in his voice was clear, Micheal chuckled and took a possessive hold of my
