Chapter 1968

Frank then continued, "We need a reason if we have to hold someone against their will. And right now, we don't want that reason to come to light—it's that simple." Mona was left scratching her head. "I don't get it. He—" "Don't worry. He's not getting away as long as I'm around," Frank said, glancing at the needle Yannick pulled out of his kneecap and left on the floor. The tip of the needle was dipped in a hint of scarlet blood. - Later, in a luxury hotel at the heart of Zamri… "Incompetent scum! All of them!" A middle-aged man wearing shades and sporting a blade scar on his left cheek was cursing as a blond youth stood gingerly by his couch. Then, as if ranting was not enough, Carlo Barzini, the middle-aged man, flung his phone on the floor, smashing it into pieces. "Dad…" Fredo Barzini, the blond youth, tried to calm the man down, only for his father to wheel on him with a murderous glare. "Have you any idea how much money I had poured into this venture into the east coas