Chapter 1031: He’s not as terrifying as I thought he was.
Primo didn’t feel the need to confront Hera or anybody else at his discovery. Everyone was just busy and nobody owed him an explanation. Thus, to cool his head and think for a while, he went out to take a walk. With this noise around, no one would be able to fall asleep.
"I thought Primo Rossi’s life is already fucked up since everyone is always awake," he muttered, kicking the small pebble in his path. "But it’s worse that these people are awake without any drug in them."
Deep lines appeared between his brows, squinting his eyes as he caught Deborah heading somewhere with Hunter. He cocked his head a little to the side, dragging his feet to see where the two were heading. His initial thought was that those two might have plans to have some private time together. They were adults, both single.
However, when Primo stood several meters from a small bungalow within the premises, he arched a brow.
"This doesn’t look like a guest house," he muttered, looking around in case someone would shoot him if he crossed any line. "But then again, those two went in without any hesitation."
Maybe it was the fact he couldn’t believe that Heaven was Hera and thus, he was snooping around on people’s businesses as a diversion. Or perhaps he wanted to make sure Deborah and Hunter were truly on Hera’s side. With everything that had happened, he couldn’t be complacent. This story was too messed up; they could be allies now, but who knows when would they turn their back on them?
With that thought in mind, Primo approached the bungalow with discretion. The door creaked as he carefully pushed it open, tiptoeing his way in. Much to his dismay, the inside of the bungalow was nothing but a house of rooms.
There wasn’t any living room or anything in sight. It was like a small dormitory, like a hospital ward. But instead of curtains as separators, there were thin walls. The pungent smell was also strong. Using his fingertip, he slid one of the doors open.
"Damn," he whispered, catching some dry blood and a single chair.