Women Are Hectic

Alexander wiped the blood from his hands with a gruff sigh.

Enzo pit a cigarette in his mouth and proceeded to light it for him.

Alexander wasn’t a smoker, but at times like these, the urges became too intense to ignore and he had to feel that tobacco at the back of his throat, something to remind him why he was standing in the pool of another man’s blood…

I’m the Don of the Guerriero family.

Shit. Sometimes, it got so tiring that even the sound of that title and the responsibility that comes with it becomes a reason to feel frustrated and angry.

He was born into this life, he didn’t chose it and Alexander would never admit to anyone or himself that…he’d sometimes wished things were different.

He took a large step away from the bloody corpse, his face scrunching up in distaste and his eyes casting a cold glance at the now dead man beneath his feet.

“Was he the only one you saw meeting with the council members?”

This was a spy. Someone sent into his own empire just to watch it c