Greta put a tombstone without any word in front of the cenotaph.
The Sterlings didn't know who the person was, but they knew it must be an important person in Greta's life. No one dares to question Greta's decision as they respected and accepted her as a family mber. Old Sterling, too, learned that his granddaughter had suffered so much when she's living with the gangsters in Milan.
Greta had always been emotionally unresponsive and detached. They didn't expect she would have such an important friend.
Every ti Greta ca to visit her parents' grave, she would also place a bunch of flowers at her friend's cenotaph.
"Okay," George nodded and then added, "the bodyguard will stay here with you."
"No, thank you," She wanted to be alone.
"Well, I'll wait for you in the car." With that, George turned to leave under Cooper's support.
Greta walked to a corner of the cetery and stopped.
Under an elm tree, a wordless tombstone stood quietly.
It was clean and spotless, though a little lonely.
Greta put the flowers in front of the stone and squatted down.
"Brent, how have you been? I'm fine. Everything seems so calm. For one thing, soone helped after I fought with my classmate. I thought I would be in so trouble, but that girl apologized to . I almost thought it was you..." Greta seed to rember sothing painful yet sweet.
"You say, can the young man of her words really be you? Did you beco an angel to protect ? Am I very silly? How could it be you? But I really don't know who else in the world can defend like this, but you... Oh, yeah, and one more thing. Grandpa set up on a blind date. You wouldn't believe it! I have a blind date, Aha... Grandpa introduced to a young gentleman of the Stewart family. Everyone praised him. Of course, I understand that grandpa is aftering for my good, afraid I'll feel lonely, and he wants more people to love . But I wonder, besides my family, who put you in the world will really love and protect ? I don't want to be with any other man. No matter how nice he is, he will never be better than you." Her eyes reddened as she said this.
He cared about everything about her, but she seldom asked what he liked.
She now suddenly realized how little she knew about him. But it was too late. She could only wish that he's alive, and she could pamper him with what she had recently.
"Brent, do you know why I didn't carve your na on the stone? Not only because I couldn't accept your death, but also because you're more than just my bodyguard. I wish you're still alive," she whispered.
Then she stopped and gazed at the gravestone for a long ti.
Finally, she turned and walked out of the cetery.
The road descended out of the cetery, and their car was waiting below.
Just then, a man suddenly appeared in front of her.
The man was tall and strong. He was wearing a large jacket, and a black cap with the peak pulled down low over his eyes. The cap failed to hide a slight scar on his left cheek. His an eyes fixed on Greta gloomily. It seed that he had been lying in wait here for a long ti.
Greta's heart jumped when she saw the man clearly. The man in front of her was Beato, the confidant of her adoptive father.
Realizing that he ca for no good, she started to run away.
Beato had expected her to run. He gestured, and two burly European n appeared on either side to block her way! They grabbed her and rushed her over to a black car.
"Let go! Help!" Greta yelled as she struggled.
Beato imdiately put a handkerchief over her mouth.
She could no longer make a sound. A pungent sll on the handkerchief rushed into her nose. In a few seconds, she lost consciousness.
***
Greta was awakened by the jolting of the car. When she opened her eyes, she found she was blindfolded with a cloth and trussed up with her arms and legs securely tied.
From the front seat, there ca the chatting of several n.
"Beato, what're you going to do with her?"
"The traitor! Barzini adopted her and brought her up, but she killed him! Now that we have located her and caught her, how can we let her off easily?"
"Yes. Let her pay back the blood debt! Shoot her!"
"Well, shooting her to death is too good for her. I say, take her back to Italy, hold her in the interrogation room and torture her before we execute her!"
"But this is LA, a place dominated by the Sterling family. It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get her out. Her family will search the whole city when they realize that she's disappeared. It will be very difficult for us to take her out of the country."
"Since it's not convenient to take her out of the country," Beato's voice said coldly, "we have to execute her here to avenge our dead Godfather. She jumped into the sea not dead last ti, and I wonder if she is still so lucky this ti."
"You an to throw her into the sea? Good. To the wharf!"
Greta's shirt was soaked with cold sweat as they talked over how to kill her. She struggled silently, trying to work herself free, but they tied her too tight. Besides, she was limp by the force of the soporiferous dicine on the handkerchief.
Was it completely hopeless? Did she have to await her doom? Is this her sad end?
They were driving at a good rate. It was quiet outside the car window. They were probably passing through the suburbs.
Suddenly, the driver braked sharply in curses. The sudden stopping of the car plunged her forwards.
She tried to hold herself up and listened.
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