My Best Friend's Father
Gio
I stand, pull my gun from my waist, and make my way over to him, grabbing him by the collar.
“Whoa, whoa, calm down. I thought you’d be happy to see me,” he says.
“Where is she?” I growl as I press the gun to his temple.
“Right now?” He tilts his head to the side.
“She’s probably taking a swim.”
“I’m not joking. Your brains will be on my carpet if you don’t tell me where the fuck Fenice is.”