GREECE’s POV.
From the balcony of my room, I see Dominic’s men bring boxes upon boxes into the house. I don’t need a soothsayer to tell me those are weapons. I still don’t know how it is possible for the mafia families to possess the kind of weapons I have seen. Does the government know about all these dealings? What if I leave an anonymous tip for the government, would I be able to leave this hell hole?
I let out a huge sigh, my attention still on the men taking the boxes inside. Then I see a car pull up and Dominic alights. My heart actually skips a beat. He is putting on a. Pair of blue faded jeans and a white Shirt which is hugging his physique perfectly, leaving his tattoo visible for my eyes to feast on. How can a thirty year old man look so good in anything?
Shame on you, Greece.
