Massimo pov
I sat in my chair quietly as I gulped down the whisky in my hand. The bitter drink burned my throat, but it seemed not to have thawed the burning sensation in me. It's been two f*****g weeks, and I still can't find Valeria. I feel like a f*****g loser.
How am I able to locate top assassins and murderers but can't find my wife? Am I that incompetent? f**k! My hand went through my hair as I thought deeply. I heard a light knock and ignored it. My door creaked open and I heard footsteps. “The f**k is wrong with you? I said no one should enter.’’
“I'm sorry sir, it's your father.” I lifted my head slowly and met my father's tired eyes.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you here drowning yourself in alcohol when we have so much to do? Why didn't you f*****g come to me
