Ahh the sweet feeling of coming home...not. I look around the bedroom I'm in, the exact same one I was put in the last time I was here. Only this time, I was handcuffed to the bed. I mean, I could get out of it but I had a plan. It wasn't even a complete plan, I was sort of improvising as I was going. I had ditched the BMW about a mile away from the compound, already knowing that Luciano has tracked the car. The minute I stepped onto the road leading up to the compound, the security cameras had spotted me and Connor's men had surrounded me. I was disarmed and handcuffed before being practically thrown into a SUV and brought to the house. When we reached the mansion, one of his men searched me, stripping me of my shoes and my jacket in case it was wired I guess. Now here I was, waiting for
