Damon
Surprised that I know about her daughter, she licked her lips and looked at her husband who is still busy crying over the bullet wound. When it was obvious that the man wasn't going to answer my question, she decided to answer it. "yes, I have a daughter named Camilla."
"Good," dropping the gun on the table, I pulled out a cigarette pack, picked a stick and lighted it. I did a mental note not to smoke around Camilla anymore. "Where is your daughter currently?"
She swallowed with difficulty, darting her husband a glance, a glance that silently says_there is every likelihood that you're going to bleed to death because we do not know where our daughter is_ instead of responding, she started sobbing ugly tears.
Despite the pain he is feeling, Victor glared at me, his face red from c
