Ottavio's p.o.v
“Have you found out who he is?” Othello barked at Brown who sat down opposite him acting unbothered but I could see the tremor in his hand.
“You have to ask Rico that,” he said.
Confusion clouded me as they continued talking, I was trying to figure out what they were saying but I seemed lost. Othello's eyes met mine and I quickly withdrew it. A feigned show of respect.
“Where's Rico,” Othello asked.
“Went to get drinks for the board,”.
They're currently sitting round a table, with Othello on the head chair, Brown opposite him, Liam,Paolo. All sat on the remaining empty seats.
Liam paranoid as f**k, he has always been the chicken brain among them, Paolo on the other hand is a force to be reckoned with,a smart devil who only have to sniff you wrong and detect you are
