The first sight of her

Tristan Bruno sat in the plane with his legs crossed in front of him.

He was mad but as usual, his face was void of it. He took out his phone and checked for messages but none from the person he was expecting it from.

No messages from godfather and his worries increased.

The air hostess came by with a tray of wines in tall glasses and stopped beside Tristan's seat. "Care for some, sir?"

Tristan waved her off, his eyes staring outside the small window.

The waitress walked past him to another seat.

Tristan folded his arms in front of his chest as he gently closed his eyes, recollecting all what Angelo said.

He had a bad feeling about leaving the Bruno family behind. He knew what might happen now that he was away. The only true friend he knew in Italy was Adrian. Angelo's secret messanger.

Before he left that night, he had secretly met with him and asked him to keep an eye on things going on things going on in the secret mansion.

Adrian had promised to do his best and to update him whe