As the helicopter descended through thick fogs, something that looked like a fortress emerged beneath us, the estate wasn’t just a mere house or mansion, it looked like a place built to keep enemies out and prisoners in with its towering pillars, strong iron gates designed like a snarling wolf.
Two rows of armed men stood outside the landing pad, they bowed their heads as Bruno and I stepped out, one of them gripped my arm when I tried to follow.
“Take your filthy hands off her,” Bruno’s voice cut the the air.
“Touch her again, and you lose those hands of yours.” He said to the man. The man released me so fast that I stumbled.
“Don’t see her as a guest in this house, she is my wife and also the widow of my brother. Everyone in this house will treat her accordingly.”
None of them prote
