"His wife will seek revenge on you. Don't you think it was better to end her with him?"
"No, she has something that belongs to me."
"Spanish bastard still has upper hand, I see."
Micah grumbled. His crisp yellow polo t-shirt hanging loosely on his lean yet tall frame. Pair of spectacles resting freely on his nose. His arms moving back and froth as he followed Silvio.
"And what about her? Are you going to take her to The Estate?" Micah asked, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
Silvio nodded before pulling Sadie out of the jet. Her struggles had died down, somewhere deep inside she knew it was futile to thrash. The grip Silvio had on her upper arm was hard like steel, she couldn't move without his permission even if she wanted to. The atmosphere had changed, the surrounding
