“Allessandro and Tyler, you are in no state for this mission.” Collin firmly instructed as we made our way down to breakfast.
Peter was already seated at the kitchen bar, and looked the roughest out of all of us from the evening before. Maybe he just looked that messed up every morning. You would think he would learn from the way he felt every morning to drink less the night before. Marcus was in the kitchen pouring juice for his two children while at the same time making coffee for his wife. A man of many talents. Then again maybe not, I choked back a laugh as he spilt the coffee. I leaned forward and offered to help with the pot of coffee he nearly dropped twice now.
“Leave me at the hotel in Moscow. I will look after Vanessa and Peter.” Allessandro said making his way for the
