Xavier P.O.V
Watching Carla's facial expressions as I took her further into the house was simply priceless. She looked like a kid in a candy store. I watched silently as she gawked at everything. I have to admit that I always had quite the good taste when it came to the interior designing of my properties.
This vineyard was especially one of my favorite properties I owned. It was something I could truly say was the work of Xavier Cortez and just not simply something that was passed down through the Cortez family. This was one of my ways to legitimately make money, apart from all the other illegal businesses that we ran.
"How, huh ... how is this even remotely possible?! How could you own such a place?" Carla asked, still being unable to meet my eyes as hers was glued to the interior o
