You Can Run But...
"Huhn Gianna?"
She was scared to hear this now; something told her this was going to shatter everything she believed in.
"I'll tell you anyway." He chuckled at her reluctance. "My father worked for your father, Gianna," he breathed, "a mere soldier for the great George Venditti. loved his boss even more than his wife, even though she was everything he had, her and his son, that was me, I was five."
She looked at the walls, hoping to find the camera that had been planted in the room.