A Whimpering Mess
That evening, Lewis groaned in pain. He was on his bed and his leg was bandaged.
"That bastard," he seethed angrily.
Jonas was in the corner of the room, a distressed look on his face as he stared at his boss.
"What about her? That Aurelia Russo?" Lewis asked.
"I already sent her a mail but there is no response from her yet. I am hoping for a good response, boss."
"I am going to use her to bring Marcus Russo to his knees and then I will get rid of both Marcus Russo and Aurelia. I will take out my revenge on the both of them until I can finally get my hands on that bastard!"
Jonas' phone beeped with a message and he dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out his phone.
It was a message, from Aurora.
He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at his boss.
