Chapter47

• CHARLES
• I watched Bruno behind restricted eyes. I needed to trust him, however I was unable to trust a solitary soul. Particularly not after my dad, Maria, and each and every other mother lover that crossed me. Surprisingly, I thought he'd comprehend my aggravation and need for retribution the most. He lost similarly however much I had lost. He made vows to me that felt too genuine to ever be phony. I needed to trust him. Be that as it may, I proved unable.
• My driver reached an unexpected stop. I watched through of my window at seeing destroyed vehicles, dead bodies, and above all, Bugsy's vehicle that was flipped over. My jaw grasped as I swiftly pushed open the entryway and got out. Broken glass covered pretty much every square inch of the road. It crunched under my shoes with each step that I took. As I approached the vehicle, I spotted Bugsy mostly out of the vehicle. There was a huge shitl of blood surrounding him with a firearm resting lethargically in his grasp.