Cherilyn Knight's Point Of View.
The next day, I surprisingly felt better and more calm, but that tranquility was short-lived when I received a message directly from the don. I read it, letting out a sigh as I did so. Here we go again. The message instructed me to meet him in the garden at seven in the morning. I checked the time and realized I still had enough time to prepare.
As I was about to leave my room, I remembered I had my own bathroom now. I chuckled quietly to myself, convincing myself that this was the only consolation of living so close to the devil himself. Once I finished preparing, I made my way to the garden. It was still early, but I was not taking any chances of being late. Given the obvious reasons, it seemed the don was just waiting for an opportunity to grill me ab
