"Good afternoon, Mrs. Campbell. Looks like you did not forget my face. Anyway, I know it is hard to forget a face like Enzo Bellucci's. Your daughter has been delivered safely to your doorstep solely because I found her."
"I... I didn't expect to see you ever again," Greta finally manages to say, her voice shaky, betraying the confidence she had once wielded, once wickedly used like a weapon to cause havoc for his family. She had used the confidence she had so freely because she had something the family wanted in her hands.
He has grown into a fine, handsome man, his arm muscles are well toned and his legs look pretty strong and sturdy, the sparse stubble starting to grow on his chin makes him irresistible and his voice is a deep, honey toned male goodness… No. Neither of all these beautiful, well described features make his being in front of the Campbell estate any more less dangerous.