Kidnapping Mr Walborn

Dinner that night consisted of just She, Dom and Pops. Carl said he had a business dinner to attend and he would be staying over at his place. He had a flight to catch early the next morning.

Just as Pops had said, Fabiola was obliged to begin training that night, immediately after dinner with Dom.

Miraculously, the little drama in front of Les Carnivores had not yet gotten to Grandmaster's ears, or perhaps he chose to ignore it.

Dom went easy on her given the fact that she was still healing both physically and mentally.

She spun continuously in bed in distress, unable to close her eyes. She'd made a promise to visit Mr Walborn the next day, it was already a few minutes to the beginning of a new day and she had no idea how she was going to get out.

If Grandmaster said that she had to be with him at all times, hell, he'll make of that…against her wishes.

"Fuck this life!" She cursed out loud, punched her innocent pillow repeatedly, hoping that the poor thing would magically grant her w