WARNING: s****l CONTENT BELOW!!
The cafe across the street from my club was ordered to be empty. The only person sitting in it was a gentleman who fit the description of Francisco Pierre. Of course I wasn’t unaware of what he looked like, but I was looking for every single excuse for him not to be here, for him not to be alive. Once I stepped inside the cafe my guards blocked the entrance, my eyes scanned the dimly lit cafe, the smell of coffee and bread still lingered in the air. Francisco sat in a booth towards the back of the cafe and away from the glass windows, he had a small tea cup raised to his lips, he wasn’t even threatened by me. What did he know about me for him that made him comfortable in my presence?
“Sebastiano Ace, it’s nice to finall
