A white sunny hat sat on my head, a black shade shielding my eyes as I sat on a round table setting outdoor of the restaurant which outlooks the blue sea water of Lake Como aka Lario. A part of Italy dominated by mostly rich and famous celebrities. Where extravagant parties are being held on land or expensive yacht. A place I could get my supplies from if I am ever going to kill the bastard trying to ruin the last days of my life. Like they say, if it's worth fighting for then fight with everything you have got. Sooner or later, news will fly round that a Vatore entered the country and she has come to take over her father's empire. I hope to reach out to my godfather and late father's best friend seeing that I lost contact with him when the chaos happened that fateful day. News reach to me
