Massimo pov
I didn't know how to behave or how to calm down. My mind was racing with thoughts. What could be going on with her? f**k, they better not touch her. I clasped my hands together as I tapped my feet nervously on the floor.
My phone rang and I pulled it out. Father's name was on the caller ID. I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to answer it, but I did anyway. I pressed the phone to my ear and remained silent as I waited for him to speak.
“Pierre is ready to work with us, I need you here by six am tomorrow.”
“I can't,” I said firmly, and there was a long pause before Father spoke.
“It's not a request.” His voice was laced with anger.
“I'm not your puppet, go find your favourite son to attend your meetings since he's so important to you.” I shot back at him. There was
