The door to my cell burst open, and I looked up from my nails to see Marco standing there, face red with rage and hands clenched into fists. What had happened to make him this angry? I had a feeling I knew what this was about, but I had to make sure. "What's got you so sour?"
"Your father just caused the explosion of four of my warehouses because he has it in his mind that we took you," he threw a newspaper at my chest, which did a fantastic job of hitting me square in the chest. "You said you weren't giving him any clues!"
"I didn't! I don't know how he figured it out!" What the hell? When I told him I was in Europe, I didn't specify where because frankly I didn't know where the fuck I was anymore. How did he just assume that I would be in DiBiancci custody? "I swear I don't know how he figured it out. Maybe he's just bluffing to draw you out."
