Daredevil

Katya

I hadn't imagined how Alistair Jung's death would affect me.

Yet, witnessing another death brought back all those memories from years ago, along with the pain of loss.

I was afraid of losing yet another person, most especially my son, Ferrara or my brother.

I felt like shit and clung to Ferrara and my son like teddy bears,

And if not that Carlos made it a point of duty to follow Matteo wherever he went, perhaps I would have clung around my brother too.

I mean, the house that Ferrara rented for our trip was magnificent.

It was a seven-bedroom Mediterranean mansion located in a heavily secured luxurious area, surrounded by the pool and acres of lands.

Its rooftop deck had the best view of the Strip, as well as a billiard room and various luxurious amenities.

Yet, I couldn't feel any of the excitement that my four year old son had, running around the house and screaming as he played around.

The in-house chef cooked excellent meals, but all I could remember was the time that Alist