81 My Real Mission

Herravie's Point of View

MORNING

Standing in the open space balcony of my room, I saw Nicolai having a conversation to our lady helpers. He was having a coffee which I assume because of the white cup he's holding. They were laughing and by the look on their faces, they seem enjoying each other's company. But despite his approachable smile and the casual conversation I had with him, I must remind myself that he is a Licciardi. That clan master the art of lying and pretending.

They have a lot of identities. They intend to live like a normal people who pretend that they excel on one career that made them known in the public. They expose their lives in public but despite those eyes that monitor their every moves and the lights that follows them. In the corner, in the shadow of their smile hidden a dangerous identity. Their real identity. I can't trust him, I shouldn't trust him.

I press my lips together and I walk back inside my room. I woke up early because I couldn't sleep the whole ni