That’s it! My stepbrother is a perverted killer that took killing people as a normal thing?
Even after we had that little argument about not being grateful, I wonder what he meant until he came into the room with a sly smile on his face and two ID cards in his hand. He threw them both at my face and stood with his arms folded across his chest.
My jaw dropped, I can’t tell why I am seeing my face on the ID but another name. Damn, I haven’t heard of that name in my entire life and with that pleased look on his face, I can’t trust him one bit.
“Who is Amara Ego?” I asked.
I noticed an unpleasant glare on Luciano’s face as he shrugged and walked to the window and closed it. He began to dress the bed before looking up at my face and grinning.
“It’s Amira Ugo,” he said “But if you love Amar
