Sierra's POV
"Shall we start our business again?" He uttered after finishing what he'd done downstairs, and I pretend didn't hear any gunshots earlier.
His blank eyes give me enough fear that this life is not just about illegal stuff, but killing peoples that is blocking his way. Brandon isn't harmless, he seemed the newest version of satan who was sent here to collect sinners and also me.
"What's with the silence?" He inquired without glancing at me and both his eyes remain on that documents he's reading.
"Is this what you really do?" Suddenly my mouth spoke for me and it's too late to take back what I asked.
He looked at me, "What'd you mean?"
I exhaled, "This. Killing people whenever you got nothing from them or they didn't reached most of your expectations. Do rich people did
