Elena

Jackson Motel? The name rang a bell in my head but it was bells of warnings, and then the danger warning signs in my head set off.

The diabolical look on Eric’s face only turned more creepy and an apparent shock and confused look plagued the face of Diego.

“Six Years ago you dragged my brother down to Italy and tortured him without any human feelings attached.” His looks twisting with anger and the bloodshed look which hooded his eyes brewed bitterly. He moved closer to Diego, probably trying to look intimidating but it wasn’t working. “You brought a teenager would could barely distinguish between right from wrong to...