The very next Morning came slowly in the Rodrigo estate, creeping through the tall windows of the North Wing and the mansion with pale grey light that stretched across the polished floors and soft carpets. Alex had barely slept after the chaos of the previous night. Every time he closed his eyes he kept replaying the scene in his head: the brothers storming into his room, Raphael's furious grip on his wrist, Antonio's cold expression as he showed the footage of Scorpion casually leaping from the balcony.
"Very stupid lots" he cursed under his breath, determined to kill them if they ever tried such again. By the time he finally drifted into sleep again, the sun had already begun to rise.
A very condescending inconvenience...the thirst to kill the brothers increased more and
This was exactly why the sudden knock on his door felt like a personal attack.
Alex groaned and buried his face deeper into the pillow. He looked at the time, it was 6:00am at the dot...
