Devil of his Word

Ferrara

I didn't believe in coincidences.

When events kept occurring, then there was a reason for it, usually someone behind him, playing people like puppets.

First, I was accused of murder, then the warehouse was set on fire, followed by a strange reporter who found his way into the acquisition ceremony and had attempted to oust me.

Hours later, he had been found dead, and it hadn't been my hand work.

The burnt warehouse had made me suspect Katya, and while there was no trust between us, it was easy to have fingers pointed at her.

Now all I wanted was a nice dinner with my son and the woman I couldn't get out of my head, and suddenly, I was being accused of attempted murder.

"I will get you for this! I won't stop till you are behind bars for what you did to my brother! He's not dead, do you hear me? He will wake up and go after you..."

I kept tabs on the cop, despised him for getting close to Katya and playing hero with her, but that was it.

I hadn't fucking touched him.

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