The Mafia King's Thief

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Elayne’s POV

It’s been about a day and a few hours since he called and I have to say that I am still in complete shock about the whole situation because what the actual f**k? I’m not going to deny the fact that on some occasions during the previous day, I wanted to call him and see if he’ll answer the phone. I wonder where he is.

I’m very aware of the fact that he hopped back on the plane after bringing me here. The staff said he was reachable then, but why does it have to be different now? Something definitely had to have gone wrong, but what can it be?

Sitting here, trying to figure this out on my own is so f*****g hard. It's also not guaranteed that after overusing my brain, I'll get the f*****g answer that I want. I honestly do not know.

I decide to take a walk around the estate since that might actually do some good. It'll probably help me to decompress, hence helping my thinking faculty to do better. Anyway, that's by the way. I go outside the mansion and take a walk around the estate. Now will be a good time to walk with a dog or any type of pet. Elayne, think! f*****g think!

It's already been twenty minutes and I still have not been able to come up with anything reasonable. If I had some kind of magic, I'll crack my head open and bring out my brain. I'll probably make some adjustments and put it back inside the f*****g head.