"Papa, I can explain," Abdullah approached his infuriated father. His glare was directed to the guard, who stood idle, facing down.
"You! Come here," the man yelled at the guard, who took long strides to get to the angry beast. Submitting to the man, one knee touched the ground, head bowed.
"Your Highness,"
"What happened to reporting back to me?" The man scowled at the guard. "You were supposed to tell me, goddamit. Now I had to fly around the world to find my son in a f*****g Mafia house,"
"What?" Abdullah turned to look at the guard knelt down. "Asim, you told him?"
Asim, the guard stood up. "I apologize. I had to tell him. He already knew,"
"Already knew?" Abdullah turned to his father.
"Yes son, I know everything," the man said, his face softening. "And I know about...wha
