I left my father's vacation home first thing in the morning. Fabio met up with me, and we drove to my penthouse.
The place was a bit isolated, I normally came here when I wanted to clear my mind. Fabio was able to grab one of the rock gang thugs before he drank the poison.
He was bound to a chair, and his mouth was taped. I stood by him, scrutinising him. I sat on the nearest chair and crossed my legs.
“Take off the tape.” I instructed Fabio, and he tore off the tape, earning a groan from the guy.
He stared at me like a psychopath. “I like the look in your eyes. You have potential.” He just kept staring at me.
“Okay, let's start this. Let's make this easy for both of us, OK?
Why are you people bent on taking Hillary from me?” His expression suddenly changed. He didn't expect me to a
