Marco's POV
Elara…
My mind raced through a million things at a time.
Her father was the last person with Don Russo before he left the States. Plus, his arrival was quiet which was unusual.
I zoomed in on her photo, tearing down her pretty perfect features and analyzing her flaws.
‘Is she a part of the conspiracy?’
I paused and looked at her pretty round eyes which oozed innocence.
‘She was the first target, remember?’
Answering my mind, I resumed the rollercoaster.
‘What if that was a cheap stunt? He may be bound to miss her. That was a freaking stunt to take her off the limelight!’
My mind was at war.
A part of me wished to exempt her and her little monster from the bloodshed, but with every f*****g minute, it seemed to be impossible.
For scrutiny, I had cracked int
