65.

Alessandro's POV

I stood in front of the floor to ceiling window, watching the beautiful view of the city.

A woman in her sixties knelt behind me in tears and at each whimper, she kept pleading.

I didn't want to bring her to the mansion instead she was brought to my warehouse at the outskirts of the city.

I pulled out a swivel arm chair in my office and sat, grimacing at the sight of her tears.

"I'll tell you everything, please don't kill me."

I chuckled and puffed some smoke through my nose before replying, "don't be so dramatic, Mrs….remind me of your name."

"Mrs Manhattan."

"Mrs Manhattan....