Drifting apart

Busy legs paced the room back and forth. The strands of her beautiful brunette were stuck together because of sweat as the girl never stopped for once. The untoward circumstances turned more bitter by the unexpected arrival of her ex who snatched the sleep from her eyes. Her state was disheveled while her face was painted with worry and a bone-chilling dread.

Evelyn was behind the eight ball because the past which she had left behind to start a new leaf, was always chasing her like a shadow. After abandoning Dylan, she burned her bridges because she had no intention of going back into the hell from which she managed to escape after so long. But once again, Dylan beat her to it. He came back stronger, more powerful, and oofy than he already was and the feather in his cap was his criminal badge.

Evelyn had never thought of Dylan becoming a Mafia and the worse part was that he wasn’t a simple gangster but the Mafia Lord of America. She was aware of the Night Stalkers. They were the most