Vivian was led upstairs by one of Raymond’s boys. This one was a lanky guy with a smiley face and a headful of thick dreadlocks.
His friendly face was marred by a long scar on his left cheek. Vivian was curious to know what caused that awful scar but she was wise enough to know that it was none of her business. Besides, the guy might be offended by such an intrusive question.
Raymond had given her his shirt to cover her nakedness since her clothes had been torn to shreds by the masked kidnapper. The shirt looked like an oversized robe on her, but her Gucci sandals made it look like she was creating a new fashion trend.
Vivian was led to a spacious room that was barely furnished with a king-sized bed, a table and chair in the corner, and a small wardrobe.
“This is The Don’s bedroom,”
