FRANKIE
I feel water being splashed to my face snapping me out of my unconscious state. I open my eyes to see two of my uncle's goons standing in front of me and I'm tied to a chair.
"Did you have to do that?" I growl.
"No but you weren't waking up. Had to do what I got to do" one goon puts a cup I'm assuming had water on a table in the corner.
I don't know how long I've been out or where I am but that changes when I see my name and cousin's names scratched on the wall and I immediately know I'm still in the villa. We'd done this home made work of art on the day of my Nonno's funeral more than a decade ago. I remember that day like it was yesterday. My grandfather had cancer and for five years he fought the disease but it had spread to his vital organs and he had finally gave up the
