I stared down at the girl, gripping my trousers. Since we wouldn't be having a discussion, I could still enjoy my coffee and reread the last report. Chin had already curled up on the other stack of reports.
I still remembered when I met these kids, Hansel and Greta. Orphaned siblings my grandfather had adopted seven years ago.
He met them in a forest while torturing some of his clients. A wounded boy ran to him for help with a few months old baby. Since then, they have been staying with us.
Hansel wasn't very communicative and I couldn't exempt growing up in a Mafia Conglomerate as one of the reasons.
Her brother also became a fighter and has more physical kills than I do. He never used a gun. Greta claimed he had no regrets.
His options were keep getting molested by their pack Alpha, and have baby Hansel sold to some smugglers. Or commit suicide with his baby sister.
