Chapter 200 Piers Delano

• The aircraft was in the air, already far away from Montenegro. Proserpina lay on the bed in the aircraft, sleeping. Her Mafia Don, his craggy face bearing a brooding look, stood in the doorway, looking at his sleeping wife.
• He had had her rushed to the hospital immediately after the incident. The doctor had been alarmed to see the state of the beautiful, wan-looking woman who had to be helped in by her massive husband, who towered over her after she was laid down on the bed for a check-up.
• “Uhm…you need to leave,” the doctor had said, terrified by the expression on the big man’s face.