Candela's p.o.v
“Welcome,” he said the moment we stepped into the mansion, expensively decorated with chandeliers decorated at the edges with gold. The room was pure luxury and it wasn't all yet. I looked around the walls, wanting to find any pictures that would show the owner of the house but when I didn't see, I turned to him.
“Is this your house?” My voice was distant, almost surprised at the beauty I was standing it. It was way bigger than Brown's, this couldn't possibly belong to an enforcer right.
He coughed, glanced around and then turned back to me. “Would you like anything to drink?” I nodded, I needed alcohol to numb the different questions swimming in my head.
He walked towards a bar, collected a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, then poured enough into the two cups and wal
