Chapter eighteen

ALVA

It was dark by the time we arrived. As we highlighted the Mercedes, I looked up at the house that looked old yet timeless and said with the baddest bone in my body, "Actually, now some things about you are starting to make sense." 

The mansion in the distance was vast, probably very old but it had been renovated times too many to even be considered a classical house. Much like Nikolas Sica; an enigma that seemed more like a cancer. He was a man of many talents. A mix of trouble and danger. I heaved in just thinking about what his mother would be like. Nikolas seemed very demanding when he insisted that his mother had to like me. I had gave it a long thought. Initially, I believed it was all Nikolas's doing but the more I gave it rationale, the less it seemed to make sense. This had everything to do with Mrs. Sica. I never believed I could hate anyone more than I despised Nikolas Sica but his mother was slowly cla