Chapter 20: Rico and Paris 4

Chapter 20: Rico and Paris 4

Rico’s P.O.V

The woman with dark caramel skin and wild curls gave me a tight lipped smile from across the table. The cup of tea that she brought to her lips slowly shook a little, even though she tried her best to suppress it as she gripped the handle tightly.

I knew what she was thinking. I knew that she was probably waiting for me to either open fire to take over the brothel by force or tell her that her precious Sorella was dead and that the body had been disposed off. But instead…

“She’s alive.”

The cup fell from her hands to shatter into a hundred pieces as it hit the tiled floor, while she slouched back on to the sofa, looking both physically and mentally exhausted. And it wasn’t just her.

Looking behind her, I could see several other people, including several men who were supposed to be bodyguards, breathe their sigh of relief at my words…even though they were the vaguest of placements I had used. Being alive didn’t really mean anything. Sometimes,