Chapter 33

• MANUEL'S POV
• It wasn't like I wasn't remorseful or sorry for the emotional turmoil I had caused her, but I was too shocked to even calculate my thoughts or manage my anger. I had spent the passed hour or so, making series of calls. And it wasn't just about my cousin's personal assistant being here under a mistaken identity, it was also about the raid that had taken place yesterday. I was so furious listening to the feedbacks from Massimo, but was more furious when the call had just disconnected while he was still trying to explain all that had transpired. Now, I didn't know the full story, but a lot of our men were injured. The one that got me so mad was when he said uncle Alexander had been shot on the arm.
• A whole lot of things were going through my head, making me reluctant to stop her from walking away in anger. I was not in the right frame of mind to make her calm down. I also couldn't explain the situation of things to her, because she had no business knowing what the Russo family was really into. I watched as she walked away, fuming in anger. Did she even know where she was headed? I only hoped she went back to the beach house, because this island could be quite big to wander upon, without the company of someone who is used to the environment. The moment she disappeared from sight, another call came in, and I looked to see that it was Alexander. I hadn't spoken to him since I left for Moscow. I could only imagine how disturbed he was over his father's health. This was all my fault. If I hadn't been stupid enough to try out something as foolish as..... I paused ny train of thoughts and answered the call.