Riley Anderson
We are in the backseat of the car, heading back to Alessandro’s place, and from the look of things, you can tell I am mad and super angry at him. I mean, how could he use me as bait to curb his enemy? I am not saying the life I was leading before I met him was good and uncontrolled, but at least I wasn’t put in harm's way. Who knows what those bastards had in store for me?
"I know you are mad at me and all that, but I did what I did for our good; both you and I need to live a life free of fear and intimidation."
"Okay," I reply with disinterest, and he stops typing on his phone and then turns to look at me with a smirk on his face.
"You are serving me with an attitude, but you will understand me sooner or later. When you bumped into me, or rather, when I bumped into you,
