Guns and guests - I

Mikayla, a woman who desperately wanted to step up ranks, had been in his eyes for a long time. Frankly because she had slept with most of his inner circle and they all shared everything. 

And by that, he meant everything. 

So this woman was perfect to die. 

"Who was she?" Salvatore heard from his side as he walked down the stairs. "Was she your wife? I heard she was blonde but if she was your wife," she emphasized on the word your,"She should have dressed better, right?" 

If only this one knew. 

Evelyn's nightwear was fucking designer shit. Everything she had, had double zeros behind it at least. 

Just as he had expected, on the gates of his house stood the Paparazzi with their cameras flashing at the sight of her and a woman around him walking down the stairs of his house and towards the car. 

Salvatore did not open her door but the Guards did for both of them.