CHAPTER 57
The fork slipped out of Zayem's hand and cluttered on the plate as he blinked his eyes twice looking at the young chubby girl almost his age walking towards the table. Her head hung low, eyes cast down on the floor holding a tray of breakfast carefully.
Even though he couldn't see her eyes and face clearly, he could see his brother's name etched on the red skin of her collarbone, the same Orsini tattoo could be seen on her palm and despite her full-sleeved dress, he could see her swollen and red wrists.
He had seen his brother getting involved in Mafia and according to him it was necessary for their survival at that time, he had also seen him torturing the people who betrayed or lied to him but he had disregarded the negative thoughts always because those people weren't innoc
