Capítulo 145: December 2003: Discomfit

"If it wasn't for your mother's begging, I wouldn't have come along. You're still a momma's boy, Erdogan. You have no business chasing around a married woman. Grow the f*ck up, for damn's sake. This isn't your field to play, young master." 

Through his gritted teeth, Grego uttered how displeased he was at the situation. He had better things to do than visit a young girl who he was not acquainted with, even more perplexing when he could care less about her parents. It was strange in itself that he went along with Erdogan's mother's request in exchange for a Christmas present. However, what was the real identity of this present? Was it a mere item, covered with the fanciest of wrappers? Or perchance, it involved something that he could utilize for his business? Well, they would be the only ones to know.