Pale Nora

Nora's POV

I was silenced by Mr Miller's question. I started to nervously scratch my skin with my fingers as I looked at him eye to eye. But eventually, I realised that he'd see through me if I didn't stop so I diverted from his gaze and looked at Alvin.

For the first time since I met him; this was the time I really wished I could see his face. I needed to know what he was thinking—just seeing the emptiness in his eyes and the sad way he curled his lips was not enough for me. Maybe I'd have known how to handle his father if I could see his face.

I don't know why I'm so convinced that Mr Miller purposely asked this question. He knew what he was doing; and I couldn't shake the fact that he might really be the “Don Miller” I think he is.

I remember the countless times my father forced me to attend his meeting with every member of the Scorpion Mafia family and I can still recall him talking about Andrew Miller, the leader and Don of the Black Mamba mafia family. There was also a day