Chapter 644
- The Mafia Don strode into his suite and walked over to the bar. He had already had a nightcap, courtesy of his beloved sister Bree, as Proserpina had so bitterly referred to her.
- Now he went over and drank a draught of whiskey, straight out of the bottle. Then, running his hand through his hair, he went to the large windows and stood staring out at the night sky.
- F*ck it all… life was one big mess.