Chapter 13 : Living a Twisted Fantasy

Catalina POV "How do you know my father?" I asked, my voice shaky at the sound of my papa's name. Matias continued driving, and still, there was no house in sight. I should have been more nervous about being alone with this man, heading down a shrouded driveway with foliage all around us, but I was more concerned with his mention of my papa. "Business partners," Matias stated plainly. His answer was so vague, but I knew men in the mafia always spoke in generalities. "Care to elaborate?" I pressed. "How about once we get inside?" He looked over at me and gave a friendly smile, one that didn't rouse any uneasy feeling in me. Moments later, we arrived out from under the trail of darkness, and staring me directly in the eyes was an estate house, one that sprawled further than my vision could take in without rotating my head. "Welcome to mi casa," Matias chuckled as he parked the car in front of the mansion which looked to be ninety-five percent glass, a