Meanwhile, in front of the hotel, Felix just stood. He hadn't wanted to come. But he had no choice.
"Shit..." he muttered as he started walking.
Many times he told himself, walking through the hotel lobby, that he could still turn around, could still tell Alben to find someone else to threaten. That he had the courage to do that.
But... he only sighed in defeat. He was back to being Felix with nothing, just like years ago. Back to his original life.
He should have been smart enough not to make trouble with Salvatore, the man who had brought him to the peak of his life.
Now, he had nothing. Really nothing. He even let a man like Alben threaten him. Every single day!
And he had no guts to say no. He had no guts to kill himself.
Felix followed the man who was already waiting for him. He didn't want to look around. His mind was just busy, full of anxiety and anticipation.
What did Alben actually want to bring him here for?
