His Secret Identity

of ghosts. It made no thought of her how the night beautifully became art in cities, for she was looking at it without much interest. Her mind was on the other thing, the thing that kept her up tha

to pulse through her veins, feeling not just a hint but a flash of irri

fingers covered the glass of wine. She sipped onto her glass and it immediately supplied heat to her throat down her stomach. Then abruptly, over the door, the loud ding dong! echoed. She pivoted her body and slowly walked towards the door. She

er. They rubbed their bodies against each other as their grasp tighten

s she bent down to carry Samantha's backpa

to her apartment and placed Samantha's backpack over the

to eat or drink?" asked

n't hurt," uttered Sam. Frances

have waited for you at the airport," said Franc

urprise," answered Saman

at her outfit you'd figure the heritage of being a church woman. Co

Samantha. Frances came back from the kitch

e or something, I guess I had a d

would you come in the middle of the night

o Sam. She waited for her response as Sam took a long sip of the juice. The cold and sour taste slid through her throat leaving a trace of its acidity. Sh

" said Sam, savour

lone?" ask

answered at the exa

ith Je

not with you?"

d Sam. Frances went over to the kitchen and took a

asked Frances, tearing the side of th

frey's mom got sick so he had to look for her," answered Samantha between

er position with the side of her body propped by the p

ple there are so hosp

dish. I like adobo, you know? The meat wit

amily good to yo

eat ...they only use their hands, you know–"

clarified. Frances then nodded. After a few moments of talking to each ot

sked Frances. Sam sh

rang twice. Frances walked towards the door, her hand on the gun. She narrowly looked through the peephole. She was

red Sam. Still look

es ans

guy, I didn't

I d

led to open it. She took the pizza f

she called after her as she

ater," she shouted as she took a slice of the pizza. Frances

is it?"

d. She slipped cash out of her po

d the money. Frances closed the door

" she pointed at

nd I'll be the one spending some cash for tomorro

with tomorrow

he eight thousand square feet mansion was located in a remote location and guarded with several armed men. Huge-sized house built of lyson stone with the darkest color one could e

ping out of the main door. Ca

ed Benedict. He was tall, w

ulling his shade away from his eyes. Benedic

ct, guiding Caesar

the one who killed Fargo," said Caesar

ight," he

to assassina

cular staircase that led them through another room but quite

e boss?" as

was unharmed," he

t who attempted to

and put a strange

..but I have

ho

uspect was in his grasp. He moved a

of puzzled thought was on Caesar as he tried to keep his calm. Benedict knew f

ion, your house, your mother's house," uttered Ben

the boss?" asked Benedict. Caesar tried to keep h

said, then after that he turned away from him. Caesar nearly lost hi

won't you kill me?" he asked in a lo

the family is also a benefit for us. Your account of your knowledge

led his arm

m not gonna kill you if y

nocked on it. The door opened unveiling the boss seated over the table. Caesar followed Benedict towards the room. It was a

as the head mounted voice changer microphone that made his voice differ

purpose for being he

enedict then to the

nswer that questi

chair in front of

he man asked. He didn't

ntleman a bottle of the

d poured the glass. A troublesome look was within Caesar's face when he stared at the brandy filling the glass. Benedict offered him

oss asked promptly, staring at C

you are doing," answered Ca

ragazzo così premuro

o Benedict for saving me. If he di

ill looking at the glass.

re, is it?" the boss asked. Caesar hes

sking about the case of the organization Godfat

nodded

e man longing

was the organization t

s the

es Mit

es? Is

ther, she

glance at Benedi

ant me to do?"

Godfather," he a

sar. My family's name does not

his voice grew harsh. He then apo

her wouldn't completely eliminate the family's

r?" he asked just aft

tiny muscles and fists? Is it because femininity isn't used for

s a woman weak, Caesar,"

eir emotions. Women get so easily consumed by

her, yo

Benedict. Then he tu

ance," he answered. Caesar fina