Chapter 12 A Prostitute

• "You have to give me proof to believe you!" Amelia said resolutely as she sat there
• She couldn't take chances "Mhm wait for a moment," George said as he moved toward the sleeping Alexander Amelia remained silent as she kept the phone close to her ear while thinking,Alexander hadn't been home for the past week, and now some people were calling her to go pick him up as he was drunk Who does that??
• To her, Alexander wasn't been a responsible man "Hey Biggie bro, come on wake up!" George nudged Alexander on his shoulder but he was too tipsy to even open an eyebrow He had high tolerance for alcohol but when one has reached his limits, it then becomes a problem and a different story "Hmm let go!" Alexander mumbled drowsily as George kept hitting his shoulder "Come on man, your wife is on the line," George said impatiently as he looked at the phone to see if the call had ended "Here talk to her!" George said and placed the phone close to Alexander Alexander didn't even hear him as he wallowed in his grieve, he had tried to forget all about what happened but his father just chose to reopen his wounds George and Liam didn't notice but earlier when they were done with Lorenzo Go, He saw a couple walk into a private room in the bar They were in harmony as they held hands and strolled to the private boot in the bar.