Sitting there in Alfie’s room, I realized what I was just about to do. I didn’t want to, but it wasn’t like I had anyone else to go to. I looked around his room, noticing the small details that had never caught my eye before. His room was huge, and the view outside the window was one of the most magnificent views I had seen in my whole life, which had me wondering why I’d never noticed it before. I had probably missed it because whenever I had been here before, it’d been solely for business, and I never had the time to look around, or even when I did, Alfie always switched off the lights whenever I was here. He preferred it that way, and the amount of money he was paying me was enough to keep my mouth shut about any complaints that I might’ve had about the arrangement. I stood up and walked toward the window, gazing at the view outside and thinking about Samantha and how she would have loved to just sit here, in front of this window, and read a book as the wind blew her hair all
Serenity Marie over the place. Samantha wouldn’t have taken this long to discover this view—it would have been the first thing she would have noticed if she were to ever enter this room. Thinking about Samantha brought tears to my eyes, and as I lifted my hand to wipe them away, the door to the room opened, and Alfie walked in. “Why are you still in clothes?” he questioned as he looked at me from head to toe, analyzing me, confused, probably because he had never seen me like this, and I hated that he was seeing me at my lowest point. I hated that he was seeing me at such a vulnerable point of my life, but he was the best choice I had at the moment. More like the only choice. “I am not here for the regular business, Alfie. I need your help.” I cut to the chase. He nodded, motioning to a chair. “Sit down.” As I walked over to the chair, Alfie crossed to the stand in the corner and filled a glass with wine. I was nervously fiddling with my skirt when he walked over and sat in the chair in front of me. “You do know that you can’t just barge in here and get me to help, irrespective of how long we have been doing business together. I’ll let it to go this time and hear you out, but remember, don’t make a habit out it.” I nodded, gulping down my saliva, relieved that he was at least willing to hear me out. The next thing I had to do was persuade him to help me.
My Sister’s Murderer “Now, start talking. What do you need help with?” I looked at him, trying to keep my tears at bay. “It’s my sister, my twin sister.” “Is she an escort too? Do you need help getting her clients? Is that what this is? Because if yes, then consider it done.” Alfie went on, pissing me off. I could never imagine Samantha living this life. No, not when I was alive. All the sacrifices I made were only because I wanted her to live a better life, I would have never let her even come close to men like him, and now he was sitting in front of me fantasizing about her, and there was nothing I could do about it. I clenched my fist, trying to control my anger.