Kapitel 112: SYLUS: Necessary Evil

Seated inside a coffee shop opposite Harlow was something I didn't look forward to, but I had to find out what this small talk was.  

The waiter served him black coffee, but I didn't make any order. Only Harley could make it for me in the way I liked, no one else.  

Harlow took a graceful sip that made me arch a brow. Was he somehow born out of some kind of royalty and mixed up with Harley and Amadeo?  

He smirked at the confused look on my face and steepled his fingers at his knees. "Does my sister know?" 

I furrowed my brows at him. "Know what?" 

"That you're in the mafia," he said, his eyes narrowing as if to calculate whatever expression I might be giving off. "I don't think she knows." 

How did he know? Did he dig up on me? Why would he, though? 

A sigh fled from him, and he took another sip. "Sylus, I work in the mafia too, I've seen you multiple times before my accident."