A brand new day came fast as expected, and the jabbing sunlight pierced through the open curtain, falling straight on Daniel—on his disheveled hair and clothes that were all out of place.
He yawned countlessly, trying to figure out which day it was, only to realize it was a new one. And once again, he was reminded he was still in the Mafia zone, with Adrian tormenting his life.
Dragging himself up, he headed toward the bathroom to wash and bathe when a silhouette appeared before him, making him scream.
"Jesus Christ—oh my heart…" Daniel yelped. Right there stood Jake, holding a tray in his hands.
Just how long had he been standing there? And why did he look like some monitoring spirit? Gosh, his fragile heart couldn't take this.
