Bunny |18+|

Ch.35

Kiara

This house was a fucking maze.

My footsteps hushed low with every stride across the fluffed carpet, and with not a care in the world I took the time to search through every draw, just in case Alejandro went the extra step of hiding shit in random places.

A 20 million dollar home with 6 rooms upstairs, all for one person.

I fucking despised rich people sometimes.

Pictures hung along the walls of the hallway, darkened by the shadows of the night. Pulling out a small flashlight, I clicked it on and shone it on the portraits, the glare barely hiding the story fit into the frame.

Tick

Faces adorned with smiles stared back at me—all huddled in a little group to pose for the perfect picture. Raising my phone, I took a quick photo of it, just in case Domenico deemed it useful.

From what I've been told so far, Alejandro was suspected to be Eva's lover, or a close relative working with her in whatever plan to supposedly bring Dom's business down. It was far fetched, but I guess when all you've got left to lose are chances, you can't really do anything but give the world everything you've got.

I was still conflicted between this clash between the DEA and Ndrangheta, and I know it wasn't my place to have a say in whatever fucking war is brewing up. There were so many fucking holes in this picture, and seeing Eva as the world's #1 enemy didn't seem so fitting given the circumstances.

Was it revenge? Was it for fun?

Was it a result of some stone that was left unturned?

"It's not your place," I thought to myself, flicking the flashlight to several other photos as I made my descent down the hallway. It was ironic in a weird, strange way.

Eva was the type of person I'd despise myself.

After all, my life is the way it is because of the government.

I stopped in my tracks at the thought, staring into a room that was barely open. With a gentle push, I pressed my palm against it, watching the wooden door creak open slow and steady, revealing a gorgeous sight of architecture. It was the room that overlooked the huge oasis of a pool from above, it's walls glistening with glowing blue that was lined up with tall book shelves, a huge curved modular couch in the middle that surrounded a coffee table. The room, however, looked messy—as if an animal ran through here.

Unnecessary space. A waste of money. These are the type of people that system decided to pay instead. I guess all it took at the end of the day is some luck in the gene pool, some gamble in your heritage and some huge fund money.

I walked around the couch, my eyes tracing the furniture before me. The scent of spilled liquor hung in the air, pushing my nose back to scrunch with a disgusted frown. It was too dark to really understand where it was coming from so with the aid of the flashlight I shone light down onto the couch, looking around.

This man liked to party, no doubt.

Empty bottles of whiskey littered the floor, and I could tell by the dead cigarette butts that this man must've been out cold in his bed. White powder lined the coffee table, besides the occasional colourful pills that spilled out of a little baggy off the side of the surface.