The Viper's POV
Ryan has had too much peace for a while now. I need to make his life a living hell. I was still thinking of what I wanted when I heard a knock on my door.
"What is it?"
"It's me son, we need to talk." The calm voice of my mother filled my ears.
"Come in, Mom." I didn't have time for her drama.
She walked inside and looked so tired. "I need to start going out more. I'm going crazy with just sitting around all day."
"You get to meet people, Mom. I just want to make sure no one outside recognises you. The police might figure you out."
"I can wear a wig and glasses. I just want to go out."
"Mom, you are being sorted out for by even the crime syndicate. You stole from a lot of people and killed others." My voice sounded almost derogatory.
