FABIO’S POV
The cool evening breeze crashed against my face as I stood on the balcony, enjoying the view of the city that my mansion offered.
It was drizzling, and the heavy rain was slowly coming to a stop. The distant roaring of thunder was like a soothing lullaby.
The drink in my hand swirled as I nursed it before taking a swig, old memories resurfaced and they only managed to make me cringe.
Whenever I remembered the injustice my father did to me, a fresh wave of anger bubbled within my chest. I met all the requirements, I was married and even had kids, but when he was looking for a capo, he went straight for my twin without even giving me a chance.
“Sir, someone is here to see you, Charles, the private Investigator,” my security man said to me.
“Let him in, lead him here to the
