#Chapter62

DREIDAN'S POV

I heard the doorbell ring and groaned at the thought of going to open it. I already knew who was there. Alessandro, my brother. I'd filled him in on what had been happening and he had promised to show up this morning. I looked at my bruised knuckles, sighed and walked to the door.

The moment I pulled the door open, Alessandro walked in with an evident frown. "Where the fuck is that bastard?" He asked with his thick Italian accent.

I sighed and shut the door, walking to the mini bar in the sitting room. "The punk ass isn't here 'Sandro. We'll deal with him later...