Chapter Fifty-One.
“Who am I? Well, I am not the f*****g Umpire,” the woman laughed, as Mia dropped both her backpacks to the floor, getting into a loose fighting stance.
“No need for that, I guess you are Mia,” the woman stated.
“Who the f**k are you?” Izzy growled, nearly as loud as her stomach, as her bowels began to twist and pain, causing her to say a silent prayer that this did not turn into a fight, as she may lose her tentative control over them.
“I am not your foe, no, I am a friend. My name is Sarah Sofia Dovisioso-Masters,” the dark-haired beauty declared.
“Cole sent me,” she added, a wry smile on her face.
“How do you know about The Umpire?” Mia growled, wanting answers, and not trusting the woman.
“Oh, please. The head of the world's Mafia’s daughter. I know I am
