"Just someone" Sharp eyes looked at me demanding an answer.
I did not speak at all and rather typed calmly on my laptop, sending my marriage certificate to the Italian mafia for them to draft a divorce paper and to also prepare for my new marriage with their leader.
“Elena, serve me dinner.”
“It’s on the table, serve yourself.”
The food on the table was not home cooked and something I just ordered from outside, Xander looked at it and his face looked rather displeased.
“I got a call from the hospital that you lost your footing and fell down the stairs, they have sent me some medicines, you can take it."
"Alright," I said without looking up, still typing.
Earlier, in such a circumstance I would have fought with Xander, crying and complaining, hoping that he would understand how much it pained me but now I sat quietly without another word.
It was just last month that a fight broke out between the American mafia soldiers and the Italian Mafia lord Mikhail Giovanni and I personally had to intervene, three bullets got embedded in my arm by accident and I lost a lot of blood.