Chapter 58

~ PAPA’S POV

I push the door open and hear the familiar creak before shutting it behind me. The darkness of the room engulfs me, so I make my way forward and fumble for the light switch. Finally finding it, I flip it on and the first person I see is the man tied to a chair.

"Hello, old friend. [Ciao, vecchio amico.]" I say walking toward the table. I take my taser and check if it’s fully charged, once confirmed. I walk over to him, pull a chair and sit in front of him.

Releasing a deep breath I see how he’s sleeping peacefully as if nothing matters anymore. It’s almost like the world fades away around him and he worries. I hate to see him at peace, at least not when his daughter's life is about to crumble into pieces. It’s so not fair how is he sleeping peacefully on this uncomfortable chair while I can not sleep on the most comfortable bed ever. Life should not be this unfair, at least not to me. I am the Mafia King, I get whatever I want from whoever I want.

I look between him and