In Which He Is Ruthless

#Chapter4 In Which He Is Ruthless

It was dark outside and it was nighttime as the clock read 9:00 PM. A yawn escaped Isla's mouth as she stretched on the couch, Alexander standing right behind her.

Doesn't he get tired standing? She thought. She felt bad for him, his legs must ache at night.

/"Alex?/" She said getting his attention.

/"Yes ma'am?/" He asked.

/"Don't you get tired? Don't your legs hurt?/" She asked peering up at him with concerned eyes.

His heart warmed at her concern. Her question was so innocent, it was hard to imagine that this angel was the daughter of a notorious mafia boss.

/"No ma'am, I am used to it, we train for its/" he explains in a few words.

She nodded her head, still not satisfied but it was his job so she couldn't say anything about it.

Another yawn escaped her lips and she rubbed her eyes. She was very tired.