Miguel's father couldn't stop pacing. Even if his doctor had adviced that he needs to rest, he couldn't get himself to do that. Not when he is at the brink of going to war with Russo.
There is fire on the mountain and if he doesn't do something on about it, the fire is going to consume him and everything he has spent years in building.
It's morning already and all the men he had sent out to look for Miguel and Gemma still haven't found them. No one knows where Miguel took Gemma to.
"Where are you hiding Miguel?" Miguel's father growled.
"Where ever you are, best believe I will sniff you out," he said sniffing.
A knock came on his office door and he impatiently barked out, "come in!"
The door opened and Pablo walked in, limping on one leg, from the place Miguel had shot him.
"Any news? Have they been found?" Miguel's father stopped pacing as he faced Pablo.
The look on Pablo's face told him he didn't come bearing the news that he wanted to hear.
"Still haven't found them?"
