When I wake up, my head is pounding violently.I am tied to a heavy wooden chair in a room I recognize all too well. It’s my father’s private study at the Rossi estate.The large mahogany desk, the leather books, the smell of his expensive cigars. Everything is here.But my father is on the floor.He is bound to a chair just like me, his face bloodied and bruised. Julian is standing over him, holding a gun, while Elena sits on the edge of the desk, swinging her legs lazily."Ah, she's awake," Julian says, turning to look at me when I move."Dad!" I try to rush forward, but the ropes cut deep into my wrists, trapping me. "Dad, look at me!"My father raises his head weakly. His left eye is swollen shut."Bianca..." he croaks, his voice thick. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.""Shut up," Julian barks, striking my father across the face with the barrel of the gun."Stop it! Please, stop it!" I scream, tears blinding me. "Take the money! Take the company! Just let him go!""Oh, we're taking
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